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It had been decided. At least that was what he told himself. The gods had chosen the fleet dancer just for him. How else could one explain the manner in which he had come upon her on that beach. Fate. And no matter what it took he would see to it that she found herself calling the desert her home.

Clearly, however, this was not the fate she saw. At least not as easily as he himself did. The disgust and displeasure is clear upon her beautiful face as a harsh snort escapes her lungs and her tiny black ears bury themselves beneath the thick mantle of her mane.

For the briefest of moments he is fooled... fooled into believing that this was the extent of her reaction at his mark of claim upon her flawless black hide. He had seen many a mare herded into submission and for the moment allows a smug smile to play across his whiskered lips. Things were definitely looking up for him here on these islands. The moment however is short lived for as she pulls up short, her small muzzle lifted as though for a moment she planned to place a mark of her own on his shoulder... but changes tactics and in an instant throws her hip into his side. His own twin harks bury beneath the thick creamy locks of his own mane as the stallion shifts his own weight, digging in his hind feet to bunny hop, just missing the kick she sent his way. Dark eyes flash as the smug expression falls away from his hansom features and is replaced by a more wolfish and determined grin. He keeps his eye on her as she snorts and puts on the breaks with a swish of her long tail. His muscular chocolate colored form is tense as he turns, pivoting his steps to bring him to a halt facing the slight of a mare. He is prepared for the long haul. If she ran, he would chase her, bare his teeth and nip her hide until she either followed his nagging guidance or succumb to his unrelenting persistence.

For a moment their eyes lock... stubborn determination meeting fierce defiance until finally she submits. Not in a sense that he expected with dejection in her eyes and utter defeat. No. Her words are cold and hard. Filled with a venom that promised him today was not the end of it. She would have more to say and judging by the tone of her voice it would be just as spirited. She gestures for him to lead the way, but Rougaru is not quite sure he trusts her to follow so meekly... at least not yet. He snorts, giving his proud head a shake as once more a roguish smile slides across his ashen labrums. "Come now little starling... don't look so dejected. How else was I to convince you to stop and talk with me for awhile?" he inquires, tilting his head towards her though the curvature of his neck and the tension of his muscles beneath his chocolate coat indicated just how proud he really was.

He snorts again, a single ear standing at attention amid the creamy tangles of his mane as he continues again. "Plus the desert is a much nicer place this time of year." he continues as thick limbs pick up motion and allows the stallion a high stepping prance as he circles the petite obsidian girl, nudging her flank back towards the oceans in the direction of his desert.


OOC: sorry its so crappy. The next will be better I promise