Common

It had been seasons now since last he found his hooves upon the sandy dunes and sparsely populated lands of the lost islands. He had taken his leave for a time, searching out what lay beyond these borders in hopes of perhaps finding something more. It could never be said that the alpha instinct did now run deep in his veins but none the less his search had been in vein. He had traveled many seasons, searched many lands but never did he find another place that suited his liking quite like the islands.

He had given up hope on returning to what had once been his. There had been a few mares he had covered in his time here, and in the back of his mind he wondered where they may have ended up and perhaps in time, would make it his mission to gather them back to his side. But for now, for now he needed to simply start fresh and the quickest and easiest way to do that was to start in the commons.

Raven tipped ears flicker amid the mass of caramel and cream locks that gather in wind tattered tangles curls along the strong curve of his muscular neck. Paper thin nostrils flare now as the scents of the common lands waft through his olfactory senses and he searches for familiar and foreign. Mares were a precious commodity and from what he was able to determine, still hard to come by. That is why when the bugle of triumph rings from her lungs, Rougaru is quick to investigate.

It does not take him long to find her, the brilliant white and grullo coloring of her coat flashes in the sunlight, a stark contract to the greens and browns of the island around her. She moves with ease and grace of a young girl, not much past her fillyhood. She was young and naive to the ways of stallions for if she wasnt, then she would not have so blatantly revealed her presence. At least if she valued her freedom.

A wolfish grin spread across his ash dusted features as Rougaru turned his bulky body and navigated his massive frame towards her. Proud head lifts, deep green eyes glittering as he charged towards where she paused to graze. "You are mine little dove." he adds, his graveled tones gruff from lack of use. Blunt yellowed ivories rake across her shoulder as he pinches her flesh. He is careful not to harm her, not even enough to pierce the skin, but it is enough to leave his mark upon her and revitalize the thrum of testosterone through his veins. He uses his weight now, pushing his weight into her slight frame, forcing her towards the shores and to the island of Atlantis where he had lain his claim upon the Paradise herds. He had no doubt she might fight him, but he had determination on his side and that would not work in her best interest. He had made his mind up that she was coming home with him and he would not settle for anything else.