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OOC: sorry for the delay.

Rougaru was careful now, careful with the painted grullo mare more than any other. She had become a prize in the eyes of several. First it had been Shamwari, of course he was sure that the red stallion had done his own reconnaissance and taken note to Rougaru's pleasure around her. He knew he needed to be more careful, but well it was perhaps a mute point now. No doubt that the vigor in which he battled to keep her had done nothing more than to confirm that which was perhaps a mere speculation before. Nonetheless, Rougaru had beaten the red stallion despite how close the battle had been, and the number of new bites and nicks that littered his coffee colored skin, Rougaru was still proud. He had limped home in pride, only to discover that she had ventured to the main island. Not only was she back at the main island where countless other stallions could possibly take advantage of her but she had gone to the mainlands during the peak of breeding season. Irritation had flamed the burning ember within his breast as once more he found himself charging back into the surf and navigating his large frame towards the main island. That burning ember had turned into an enraged inferno when he found his missing prize and sniffing around her heels was a young stallion. Rougaru made quick work of the situation, sending his little dove back to Atlantis with a few hard bites in repremend but well, he was here after all, there was no point in turning back for home without at least taking a quick turn around the meadows. He was here after all.

Proud head is given a quick toss before the large stallion navigated his muscular frame down the twisting, winding paths that lead to the open meadow. Here and there, proof of seasons change was already beginning to take its effects on the landscape in the red orange and yellow leaves that now littered the ground, making even the most determined hunter concentrate to keep his steps quiet. Rougaru had no such desire today but nonetheless, the lack of leaves on the trees did allow for voices to carry much easier and it did not take him long to uncover the muffled sounds of conversation.

Curiosity perked, Rougaru starts towards them and as he tops the rise that separated him from those gathered before, he finds himself stopping for but a single moment. The first to grab his attention is the copper red stallion Shamwari, the captor of his Celestria and the one who had dared to try and take his precious painted dove. Nostrils flare as the beast within him growled, its bright yellow eyes gleaming behind the multifaceted emerald of his own. Muscles tense beneath his own coffee colored skin as he fought against the urge to charge down the hill with a scream of rage and tear at the stallion again.

Then she spoke.

Like the soft tinkering of bells her sweet lyrical tones break through the rage and for the first time Rougaru lets his eyes fall upon the pale golden mare that stood in conversation with his enemy. She was a pretty little thing, with creamy white locks that accented the golden hue of her coat. Fine lines and supple curves screamed delicate beauty but even he did not miss the strength that lingered in each lean muscle and bright eyes. For the moment, he let Shamwari drift from his mind and instead settled his sights upon her alone. Automatically limbs are put into motion and the large stallion closes the distance between them. Proud head lifts high, his own locks of cream and caramel drift haphazardly down the strong curve of his neck as he bares his yellowed teeth at the copper stallion, ears flexing backwards in threat. He pushes himself into the middle of their little entourage, making a point of stepping between the two before once more turning back the the pretty little exotic creature of golden hues. Only then does his ears perk forward and hard jade colored eyes soften a measure. "You are new to the islands are you not?" he asks, flicking his long tail idly back and forth against muscular haunches, for the moment doing his best to ignore Shamwari though a single dial remains trained upon the russet colored stallion.

Thick neck bends as the large stallion extends his whiskered muzzle towards the pretty little mare, his own husky baritones trying hard to cover the graveled growl that usually accompanies it. "My name is Rougaru, lord over the island of Atlantis just to the east of here... tell me, what might your name be little canary?" he asks jaded eyes transfixed upon her own.