Common

It has been some time now since last Rougaru let himself drift away from his Paradise herd for more than a few hours. It was true he had spent much of his spare time chasing his painted viper all over the islands, but today... well today he didn't. Liland was keeping close tabs on her, of that he was sure, the thought annoyed and irritated Rougaru to no ends, like a festering wound it dug at his soul... but he was too proud, he could not bend to the stallion's will. He would not. Monster would be safe... Liland worried too much for the safety of Zjeena and his foals to harm her. He would get her back one way or the other. Especially now that the foolish stallion had decided to move in right next door.

But that was not what brought him to the main island today. Proud head is given a shake as long cream and caramel tresses slap audibly against the sides of his thickly muscled next. He was here to see what was worth recruiting. Piercing multifaceted eyes roam over the common lands, pausing here and there to linger upon a couple or lone mare. There was an older mare grazing on her own, short tail flicking back and forth as she attempted to shoo away the annoying flying insects that seemed to congregate around her rump. Inwardly he shivered, she would do no good to him as a broodmare, she was surely not far from her last days as it was, and from the stiffness in which she ambled through the knee deep grasses surely the swim off the islands would be more of a struggle than she was worth.

The dark colored stallion was just about to call the trip a bust and return to Atlantis when a flash of movement as sunlight glinted off pale skin caught his attention. She moved with stealth grace, winding her way through the shadows of tall trees, doing her best to make herself as invisible as possible.

For a moment he stops and watches her, dark ears perked amid the tangle of cream colored tresses that crown his brow. She was a pretty thing, and the pale color of her skin drew his roaming gaze over the supple curve of her hip and the agile movement of her lithe figure. Hunger lurked beneath his surface as the wolf growled within his breast, its golden eyes alight with longing. Yes she would do nicely.

Her ears swivel back and forth, listening for the approach of another. Rougaru knew he had no hope of sneaking up on her while her senses were alert to potential dangers so the best advance would be rather straight forward. He was banking on her weariness from the swim to the islands to aide him in his claim should that need to drive her ever arise. Instead he allowed the wolf to guide him now, angling his large body so that he was parallel with her. Large head lifts proudly as the coffee colored stallion charges forward, allowing his large mass to overtake her languid pace and halt himself directly in her pathway. Depthless emerald green eyes glimmer in the dappled sunlight as a coy smile plays upon his whiskered lips. "You look as though you have traveled far... surely you need a rest." he inquires, tilting his head towards her ever so slightly. "My name is Rougaru, Lord of Atlantis. What is it that you are called MY pretty bird?" he coos, silvered tail flicking lazily back and forth against muscle taunt skin. If she decided to run he was ready, if she decided to attack, he was ready. There was a fire he sensed, a kindred spirit of sorts that burned deep beneath those alluring eyes and the longer he spent near her, the more he felt the desire welling in him to touch that sweet smelling skin.