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Rougaru was not one to falter at a pretty face, or at least that is what he told himself. However, standing here before her now he could not deny that sudden urge that began as a slow burning ember deep in his loins. He knew that part of it was due in part to the sweet scents that enveloped her, reminding him that fall was not far away. However there was another part of him, a part that stayed separate from the beast, that part of him found a warm sensation as he gazed into those startling glacier eyes that blinked up at him from beneath the thick veil of alabaster lashes. It is that gentle face, that innocence that screamed at him that had the beast perked with interest, salivating even, at the idea of what lay beyond.

She speaks the name of her mother and a single chocolate colored ear flickered at the sound. It was foreign to his ears but something about it seemed almost familiar, as though in some long distance conversation he might have overheard it. Looking at her now, he greatly doubted that he had ever come across her himself, but for the time being he remains silent, instead offering her the slightest nod of his head in acknowledgement.

He was a stallion. One that was more familiar with the harsh reality of life than a simple fairytale lifestyle. He did not doubt that most young fillies dreamed of the day that they would meet a stallion who would devote themselves entirely to them alone. However Hound had been diligent in teaching his young son that such was not the way of the world. The old bay stallion had been determined that from a young age Rougaru knew that it was the stallion's responsibility to gather the best mares around and hoard them aggressively against any threat. It was the strong mares who birthed strong foals, and well it didn't hurt that they had a pretty face to go along with it.

This mindset one taught and ingrained into every fiber of his being, is what caused most others to think him callous, insensitive and even cruel. He had been called many things in his lifetime, scoundrel, ruffian, ass, and even bastard. Never did the word friend come from a mare's mouth when referring to him.

He had been all but prepared for force her, if the need arose, to join his small harem. Spending these few moments alone with her had told him that she was just the type he liked... long, leggy, pale, beautiful and well aside from her taste in male companions, wise. He had not at all expected her to willingly offer to join him and even less that she so willingly called him friend. Emerald green eyes alight at her words, a broad smile curving across his whiskered lips.

But before he can respond, or even manage to put a sentence together, she asks him if she can ask him a question and then does something he was not expecting. He has felt the sting of blunt teeth as they scrape across his skin, felt the burn as flesh peels back. Numerous scars litter his body, reminders of past victories and defeats. All of them, reminders of battles and the struggles of life. None were the results of a kind touch.

Her soft lips brush against the muscular curve of his neck, the sensation racing through each pulsing vein. Multifaceted eyes widen in surprise as the coffee colored stallion does his best to maintain his composure despite the myriad of emotions that cause his normally simple mindset to go into overdrive. Despite himself he takes a step backward, proud head lifted subconsciously as he tries to readjust and settle himself.

He isnt sure whether her sudden apology is due to his reaction, or in surprise at her own actions, but nonetheless, the sudden shyness that overtakes her is enough to cause him to close the distance between them. Twin sonars relax atop his skull as the stallion reaches his own whiskered lips out to hers, his brilliant gaze softened, something unexpected and usual for one such as himself. "No need to apologize Caly..." he murmurs, a tender smile touching his lips as he takes opportunity of the closeness to take him a deep breath of her sweet scent. "Sometimes our bodies simply take action despite what our minds might think." he muses, an impish grin spreading across his lips as he draws away from her again, feeling suddenly a sense of longing to press his skin against hers.

He gives his proud head a shake, sending long wind tattered tresses tumbling haphazardly down the slope of his thick neck. "Come dear friend, let us go to Atlantis... my kingdom awaits you."