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There is excitement in his eyes now, dancing behind the multifaceted layers of his emerald green irises. She was a delicate looking thing, fine of bone and delicate of jaw, much the contrary to his own large frame and saucer-like hooves. Her eyes of startling silver blue set off by the pale white of her muzzle is intriguing, very few gems came across with such fine features and even less with such a pretty face. The beast had always said he had a preference, golden skin and bright eyes allured him. It was what started this war he waged with Shamwari when the brute decided to take off with his Celestria. He had repaid the favor in return by relieving him of his mare Sanibel and she had not disappointed. She too was fair in skin but not quite the beauty that stood before him now.



Thin nostrils inhale her sweet perfume, drawing pleasure from the exotic scents that clung to her skin. Despite the rather cautious nature in which she moved, there was a sense of sure grace that offered a fluidity to her motion that very few could carry. He, the large mass of thick skin and muscle that he was, had given up ever having any hopes of holding such grace. He was content to settle with the sure disposition of his movements and rather use the weight of his body and bulk to do the speaking for him. He pauses before her, dark eyes glittering as she draws to a sudden halt, her proud head lifted in surprise, making it clear that he had indeed surprised her. It was not his intention to be sure, but well it was hard to deny that the wolf found some sense of joy in it. The beast loved the thrill of the hunt and right now, she was the prey.



She takes a step backwards, a soft smile plastered upon her pretty lips. Twin harks prick forward amid the tangle of cream and caramel colored locks as he cocks his large head ever so slightly. He had half expected her to take his sudden approach and brash words with the same reaction as most mares had done. Most mares he seemed to find himself in the company with as of late met him with pinned ears and glaring eyes. Even now Rougaru finds it hard to believe that she is not stamping her hoof in indignation or tossing her head at him in defiance. Despite himself he cannot help but to eye her with an air of suspicion. Why was she not?



She drops into an almost easy conversation, remarking agreeably that his first assessment was indeed correct. Despite his initial apprehension, the apprehension that has the wolf peaked with interest, he finds himself almost lulled into an ease at her honeyed words. He watches her, watches her blink slowly up at him, silver eyes alight behind those dark lashes. There is tension that arises at his mention of Atlantis, a familiarity that glitters behind those vivid pools as though she knew the name all too well. A single ear swivels sideways as her honeyed tones once more ring past her lips, offering up freely her name as though there were close comrades. Calypso she calls herself and deep down the beast purrs amusement. A name befitting such a goddess, a goddess whose name sounded all too fitting among the ranks of his Atlantis herd. A debonair smile curves across his own whiskered lips as proud head shifts once more, displacing the windswept tangle of creamy locks that seemed determined to settle rebelliously across the flat of his brow. ”Calypso…. A name befitting of such a pretty little dove.” he murmurs, his graveled baritones smooth as he bows his great head low, lips stretching towards her own as he took the opportunity to once more inhale her intoxicating scent. ”I hope you might come to consider us friends dear little Caly. Please, Call me Roug.” he finishes, drawing his crown back to himself once more, satisfied with the new scents of the pretty mare’s breath. Dark lashes blink over his own eyes as a gleam of delight dances through his emerald gaze. ”Paradise is what my home is called. Quite hard to describe when one has not seen such sights. You are welcome to join me there… see them for yourself….” he replies, letting his tones trail ever so slightly. Yes he had already determined that she would not be free of him so easily if she were to refuse but there was no point in at least not attempting to play the gentleman type. It is not every day that the wolf chooses to play nicely.