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Rougaru was familiar with mares taking adverse reactions to the approach of a stallion such as himself. Most mares looked at his approach with wary caution. His size coupled with the proud curve of his neck and the bulge of muscles beneath the coffee color of his skin tended to send off the vibe that he was a harsh and dangerous brute. For the most part he tries not to resemble these thoughts... however there were mares like this one here that cause him to change his mind on this thought.

This mare, as petite and delicate as she looks, meet his hungry eyes with fire and fury of her own. Her long tail of salt and pepper hues lifts in dominance and immediately the wolf within him bristles, its yellow eyes gleaming with determination that mirrored in his own. Her fire, her fury... he wanted that. Wanted it so much that the saliva wet his tongue and the blood boiled in his veins. Her reaction brings the wolf rushing to the surface as despite her own blunt teeth lashing out for his shoulder again he rushes her. SHe squeal and spins away from him, both hind legs kicking out viciously at him in an attempt to hit him but he is quick to pivot his body to the side and avoid her blinded attempt. His massive body slamming against her own and this time his teeth snake forward to grab at her mane, latching onto the flesh beneath the silken tresses. "Do you feel that little dove?" he asks between clenched teeth, his testosterone rising as the hunger for the feel of her flesh beneath him raises. He does not hope that forcing himself upon her will result in a foal, hell in this moment he does not think of anything except curving her fire to his will and sating his own hunger. He wants her to know that despite her sharp tongue and fierce spirit, he is still a stallion and one that is strong and in the prime of his life. He could make her do as he wanted and he wanted to be sure she knew that. His forelimbs scrape hungerily against her sides as he grips her neck harder upon his release. Satisfaction washes over him as he slips from her back and stands still for a moment. Muscles remain tense beneath his flesh as sweat darkened skin heaves against his breath. "I bet your grandmother cant do that." he remarks, a vicious smile upon his ashen lips as once more he nips at her flank, ears burying once more beneath the thick mantle of cream and caramel colored locks. "Lets go little dove. The Paradise of Atlantis is calling your name." he says pushing his shoulder against her rump once again.

OOC: if you want to ignore his forcebreed you can since it borders on power play. Just kinda went with his flow lol