There was a sense of satisfaction he felt, with his forelimbs wrapped around the young girl's sides. A sense of euphoric bliss as he released himself deep within her where no amount of begging could prevent the inevitable. Sure this time there would be no foal... but by the gods above the fight and fire in her made the act even more enjoyable. The wolf salivated at the thoughts, its own fires burning like hot coals in his mind. He can feel its yellow eyes peering behind his own as he forces her into the ocean surf, feels the bristling of its hackles as her hoof lands upon his chest but he does not feel the pain. Not now.

An almost cynical grin spreads across his ash dusted lips as he lets his mind wander to the future. Soon the island of Atlantis would be teaming with life again... life he created and mares that followed at his beck and call. Ears pin back as the painted bird tosses her head, her tiny ears disappearing beneath the thick mantle of water logged tendrils. Despite his harsh treatment and forceful display of dominance still she fought him. Gods only knew that he hoped they all didnt turn out to be like her. If that were the case, he would be in for a very troubled life.

None the less, he is far to pleased with himself to let her snarky words hit too close to home. It was true her initial comment had been hard, but well, he couldnt blame her really. His own twin sonars fall back beneath the thick mantle of his cream and caramel colored locks. Multifaceted eyes glitter in the bright afternoon sunlight. "Candy? Flowers? You are just a little pampered pet now aren't you?" he jeers, his thick whipcord snapping audiably against his haunches as he stalks towards her, his large head lowered, long serpentine arching as he snakes his head out to nip her haunches, driving her further up the mainland and away from the beach in case any idea ran through her head about making a daring escape.

She repeats his name, letting it roll from her tongue in a near thoughtful tone. It was a start, but far from a tone that one might consider sensual. A single audit flickers as once more she dubs him lizard king and he lets his eyes roll. The nickname pricked at his skin but he would not dare show this mare any signs of irritation for she was the type that would poke a sleeping bear just to see if it could be awakened. "Far from lizard like indeed... he begins, circling his way around her now, the beast's lust flashing in the guttural growl that lingers in the deepest pits of his chest. " More like a name meant for beasts in the night." he adds, kicking out his forelimbs. It was true the name had formed him. The name as much as the beast and the father with an equally cruel sense of purpose. It was he who taught Rougaru that the world meant nothing but what you made of it. It was the Hound who had taught his son to bow to none... to take what he wanted when he wanted and where. It was the sounds of his father's voice as much as it was the beast that demanded he take Paradise under his control. It was his father's voice that sent him patrolling the entire island just to ensure that he alone was king here. It was his father who hissed in his ears the need to claim her and claim her again and again until that hunger that drives the beast is satisfied.

The sudden call of a distant gull draws his attention and for a moment Rougaru lets his attention pull away from the mare and moonlight and shadow. Dark clouds linger, just beyond the ocean's touch, the breeze thick with the promise of a storm not far off. Like the changing of the tides, Rougaru had come to learn that the weather here among the islands was quick to change.. the brightest of sunny days could give way to torrential downpours. The promise of rain however does ease his mind in a sense that he is fairly certain that for a time at least, the painted mare has nowhere else to go but his own island.

Her next comment however draws his attention fully back upon her once more. A coy smile plays upon his whiskered lips as he chuckles heartily, moving forward to press his large frame against the sultry curve of her hip once more. "I plan to write it out upon every curve of your body." he whispers, his hushed pressed against her flesh as he lets blunt yellowed teeth rake against the cream colored hairs of her skin. He inhales her deeply, savoring the salty scent of her flesh and the traces of his own that he found there.