The Lost Islands
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Force-claiming is allowed here once a week per character, as is blocking force-claims by the Peak/Lagoon (as a whole) once a week. Rollover is on Sundays.

Use caution when the wolf comes knocking;



As of late, everything seemed to be set on hyperdrive for the coffee colored stallion of Atlantis. It seemed as though ever since Warsaw let him in on the intentions of laying siege to Luthien, everything was beginning to move with haste. To make matters worse, breeding season was not far off and well, call him a male but Rougaru liked having a nice large herd. However, the trouble with large herds was that every now and then, one or two members always found a way of slipping between the cracks. Vasilisa had managed to slip past his watchful eyes and was galavanting somewhere on the main island doing who knows what.

Perhaps he should thank her, if it wasnt for her disappearance, he might not have found himself trotting arcross the commons in search of her. He might have missed the pretty little wanderer. Ears perk at the sight of the pale colored girl, sunlight glinting off her cream colored skin. Paper thin nostrils flare as he inhales the sweet estrogen soaked scent that wafts towards him now. He pauses. Vasilisa and Noctis could wait. Really, what harm could she get into with his son trailing at her heels.

But he is not the only one to notice her. Before he can close the space between them, another appears. Fury glitters in his multifaceted green eyes as muscles tense beneath the silken sheen of his coffee colored skin. Teeth clench together behind the firm press of his lips as the stallion does not allow the young bay's appearance to deter him.

"OF course she is... she is waiting for me so bugg off now little man." he hisses, his graveled tones dark and threatening as he pushes forward, pressing his thickly muscled frame between the delicately boned stallion and the pretty girl. Ears lace back beneath the thick mantle of cream and caramel colored ears. Lips peel back threateningly, revealing yellow stained teeth as the wolf warns the other stallion back. Only when he is sure that the boy caught his drift and he is firmly between the bay and his new interest does he turn his gaze once more to the pretty face. "Come pretty dove, Atlantis awaits you." he says reaching his thickly muscled neck forward to bump her shoulder with his wiskered muzzle.
Rougaru
what's a king to a god;
pic courtesy of teen--wolf @ deviantart


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