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Post by ..!INZ.z on Jun 28, 2009 12:59:33 GMT -5
"The place is empty. Everyone with any sense packed up and left before the storms." It wasn't meant to comfort her, exactly, because Ruben didn't rightly know what she was nervy about - other horses, the ominous fissure in the ground... him? That made him smile. He supposed he wasn't exactly the easiest company, but he'd never really been fear-instilling, and the thought of it amused him for all of five seconds.
"Maybe they thought you'd be safer without them." Pathetic excuse really, not one that really justified much - he said it anyway, because it was one he had used so many times himself. Looking back he wasn't sure if he'd really believed it at the time, or if it had just been easier to run pretending he had a good cause. It was probably the latter, him being a shameless coward and all. "Not defending them, or anything." No, just defending yourself. He looked away, features twisted with annoyance.
Her predicament was strange, no doubt about it, and he was sure she'd gone over pretty much every reason and explanation there was - she didn't need his feeble input. What did he know about it, at any rate? She was just another tragedy, another loose end in a world of caught up strings. He wasn't going to try and empathize with her, wouldn't tell her it was all fine - because he knew that it wasn't, and because he knew that, while they had their self-absorbed misery in common, their situations were very different: he couldn't pretend to know how she felt.
So he didn't push the subject any further. His lips twitched in a half-smile, eyes a little softer than they had been. Though that was probably because water was streaming into his eyes, and Lexus had momentarily become a messy blur. The stallion blinked, shaking his head and again attempting to discreetly stretch out his legs. For a few minutes the watery sun had drizzled out from behind dark, swollen clouds; it was a crude mockery of warmth, but it did at least still his constant fidgeting for a moment.
It came as something of a relief, though Ruben only shrugged non-committedly. Yes, he was sore over it, and perhaps he shouldn't be - but his track record was more than a little embarrassing and, frankly, it was normally him who did the running: maybe that was why it had been such an affront when he had been deserted for once. But whatever. "Well that's a relief. Darks and I.... we don't always get on." Now he did grin, because Darks were a race he'd always found thoroughly amusing.
"Sickening, aren't they?" He replied brightly. "What's the point of having something shit happen to you if you're not going to milk it for all it's worth?" Ruben frowned at her next words - he wasn't really sure what she was saying. "Being passionate gives me a headache," the palomino looked up, wondering stonily where the clouds got so much bloody rain from, "And besides, I gave up searching for things a long time ago. What you want's never there."
So his discreet shiftings-of-weight hadn't been so discreet, after all. The palomino pulled a face as Lexus turned away, not really liking being viewed as a sore-limbed pensioner - but she was right, he did want to walk. He hovered sullenly for half a second, then broke into his short-strided, jaunty walk, blowing out through his nose as the blood started to circulate again.
((surry that was so crap. XD ))
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Post by Tess›››xo on Jul 13, 2009 10:54:35 GMT -5
Lexus nodded blankly. She didn’t particularly want to get a history lesson right now – it was pretty obvious what had happened. Big storms coming, used to be gorgeous, plentiful, now a piece of shit. Yep, that was probably the story. And yes, Ruben wasn’t what you could call the type of guy that would give you a fright, but if Lexus had been her usual self when she saw him, she would have been scared. It was pretty pathetic, but hey, what you gonna do?
“Or maybe they’d be safer without me.” She laughed shortly. Because she was so dangerous, with her laid back ways, and her obvious talent for fighting. Ha. Funny. She cocked her head to one side. What did it matter if he defended them? They obviously had a reason, so Lexus didn’t care if horses tried to grab likely possibilities from thin air – she had gone through them all, and she knew that they probably would have told her if they really needed her to be with them. They didn’t need her then, seeing as they had left her. And as much as it stung, like sand in a cut, she knew they had done it for her. Well, she hoped. “I don’t care if you defend them,” she said flatly. “They had a reason.” Maybe she had been a tad short with him, but she didn’t really see why he needed to reassure her that he wasn’t defending her family. It confused her, but then, when you’ve been alone for a couple of months, you don’t see much of anything, so you forget how weird people are. Or how weird you yourself are.
The way Lexus saw it, anybody who had love someone, or a group, and then found that they were gone, that they had lost, knew what it felt like. And Ruben obviously had loved and lost, so he knew how she felt. Her logic was pretty basic, but it made sense. In a way, she didn’t know how he felt. She loved her herd because they were family, she was attached to them whether she liked it or not. But the stallion had fallen in love with these two mares, the one his father had been with, and the one who had left him twice, whereas Lexus had never loved without an obligation to. So, yes, neither of them really knew what the other felt like, but she supposed they both had an inkling.
She delighted in the weak warmth that radiated momentarily from the rays of light. She used to live somewhere warm. Warm, and pleasant, surrounded – well, maybe not surrounded, but next to – a couple of nice horses, and basically living nicely. But oh no, one of them decides to move, and herd mentality kicks in, Lexus leaves for this... place. There really wasn’t any other name for it. She wasn’t going to call it a hell hole, because that wasn’t what it was, but she so wanted to. It was dramatic and unnecessary but, as you already know, Lex specialised in that.
“Darks don’t bother me, as long as they don’t pull that killing crap on me. I may look harmless, but I’m secretly a fighting expert,” she replied, nodding knowingly, a hint of a cheeky glimmer in her dull brown eyes. As for running, Lexus had always been the one they were running from. She had never been the mare that ran for her own safety. She would be the one chasing after them, desperate, pathetic. Sad. You would be sad too if you had spent your life trailing after others.
“Exactly! Utterly vomit-inducing. They musta had some special lessons to be so quiet – you’ve been given summat that’ll make others pity you, use it, goddamn it!” She chuckled again. And then she flicked her ears back to listen to him speak. By this time, she was now several paces ahead of him, and she turned to wait for him to follow. As he did, she slowed so that she was barely ahead of him now, and contemplated what he was saying. “Not many other horses would say that – our kind love getting into fights, and if it’s not that, they’ll want you to be their mate. Nobody wants to be friends. It’s fricking irritating.” She snorted in an annoyed sort of way, causing her forelock to fall over her eyes.
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