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Post by crestedcreativity on May 15, 2015 17:27:01 GMT -5
Wispy white clouds drifted lazily across the pale blue sky, a slight breeze whispering through the long grasses and foliage. Pricking his bi-coloured ears, the paint turned his gaze to the large dapple grey draft stallion, Varien, grazed not too far off. Striding rather tentatively over to the draft, a rather judgmental, unimpressed look on Lantern's face, he called out before he had reached a proper conversation distance. "Varien, any new mares?" Lantern seemed to pick up his pace with the prospect of newcomers in the bachelor herd. The war had left an eerie silence on the East Island, and he was sure that the whole of the Isles also felt this disturbance. Many would be healing, and tending to the wounded, and he was sure that many would be training for the next war. Although it was unknown for certain if there was to be another war, you could never be too careful.
Nearing the draft, Lantern stopped a few paces from the grey. Roughly the same height, the paint could essentially look Varien in the eye when he spoke to him if he felt like it. However, he decided against this, wanting to start on a neutral playing field with the brute. Although he loved to quarrel and spar with others, it wasn't something he was looking for at this time. He’d noticed how Varien payed little, if any, attention to mares, seeming to turn down their advances. Lantern believed that perhaps it wasn't mares he was into, and he wanted to speak to him about it, as he had seen the draft “consulting” with various stallions.
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Post by swaggalatte on May 17, 2015 20:24:02 GMT -5
It was a very lazy day for Varien, and the weather seemed to agree with him that it should be so. The breeze made the temperature tolerable, and the sunshine gave him a sense of sleepiness. He lowered his head to graze, hoping that maybe some food might wake him a little. Varien could absolutely not fall asleep on duty. He raised his head and finished a bite when he heard him name called. He narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the name of the paint approaching him. He recognized Latern almost immediately, taking interest in the stallion's unique coat. He never made advances, though, knowing Latern's preferences. He studied the lightly built stallion, thinking about the question that he had just asked.
"I do not think so. There are always mares available, though," Varien replied, waggling his eyebrows with a small smirk and a chuckle. There were a few mares that still could keep Varien's attention, most likely because of their flashy coats or sharp tongues. Varien had a tendency to like mares that could keep up a more challenging attitude towards him. As much as he felt that they were easy targets, he rather liked having to use a silver tongue to persuade them into things. He was beginning to spend slightly more intimate times with them now that he spent more time with Ron when it came to stallions. He felt loyal to him, but for some reason, mares were different. Varien returned his focus to Latern, and he raised an eyebrow. "Any types in particular that you are looking for, Latern?"
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Post by crestedcreativity on Jun 3, 2015 6:42:55 GMT -5
Upon hearing Varien's response, and seeing the draft waggle his eyebrows, Lantern raised a brow. "Oh?" This was followed by what could be classified as a laugh, but for the paint it sounded more like a huff or snort, and looked like a mischievous smirk. It was a shame that there weren't any new mares, and the inquiry wasn't just a facade he had created to steer Varien onto that type of conversation. Despite this, the conversation did seem to be curving in his favor, and this would be useful, regardless of the time it took. When the draft inquired as to the types he was looking for, Lantern paused to think for a moment. Playful, of course, preferably challenging, otherwise he found it boring and lost interest quickly. He took on challenges like that of a headstrong colt, even if they were deemed impossible.
"Any, really," He replied, moving his shoulders in a shrug-like motion, and accustoming his face to a rather lazy, half-hearted look. Thoughts racing like grass beasts, he quickly grasped at a sentence that could help to confirm his suspicions. "What would you suggest?" He hoped that this would act as bait to lead the draft to the snare in which he would receive the desired response, if all went according to plan of course. You never really could predict the reactions of others, unless you knew them well.
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Post by swaggalatte on Jun 5, 2015 16:01:22 GMT -5
Varien found the paint's initial response somewhat curious. He had never heard Lantern laugh before, and questioned if that was what that sound actually was. Lantern paused, and Varien allowed him a minute to think. The dappled stallion raised a brow, a small grin on his face. He studied the paint for a bit, taking in his light build and facial expressions, trying to think of the types of mares he might like. There were numerous mares in the herd, but they were all very different. It was hard to tell which would accept advances from excited Bachelors, and which would try and put up a fight. Some, of course, were a little eager, and Varien found it concerning.
At Lantern's response, Varien pursed his lips in thought. "Well, that depends... Are you looking for a quick interaction, or would you like a spat first?" He questioned, a slight chuckle on his lips. He contemplated throwing out a suggestion towards stallions, but a fear for a confrontation set him back. As much as he found it entertaining to suggest such things in the Bachelor herd, he was not looking for a fight. He had learned his lesson several times, and did not wish to have to learn it again. "There is always the more popular mares, if you catch my drift," he replied, waggling his eyebrows. "They are always open for 'fun times'."
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