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Rougaru never misses a pretty face. Depthless emerald green eyes glitter from the shadow of dappled moonlight. It was late in the evening, most others already tucked neatly into nests made of bracken or under the protective eyes of guardian stallions. Rougaru had not held much hope of finding one wandering alone at this hour, he had simply come here to sate the wolf's lust for wandering. It had been some time now since last he and the beast wandered aimlessly through the islands, chasing unsuspecting deer or whatever other form of prey that might dart from its hiding place. Always they seemed to know when the wolf lurked. He never partook of the blood, that was something that the wolf seemed to know he felt no desire for but still, he did enjoy the chase. Were the opportunity to present himself, he would not say no.

She is a pretty thing, pale in color and the silver blue glow of moonlight seemed to wash her skin in an almost ethereal hue. Nostrils quiver as he takes in her estrogen soaked scent and sifts through the flavors for any signs that she might be claimed by another. Not that i would stop him if he made up his mind and well, he had.

Ears fall backwards, burying beneath the thick mantle of his cream and caramel colored mane as another stallion appears and approached the pretty little creature. From the swiveling of the stallion's ears, he knows that Rougaru lurks closeby. He hears the stallion address her as king of the Desert and well it is this moment that Rougaru finds his feet moving before the words can form on his tongue. "Well well, I hope I'm not interrupting but I just couldn't help myself." he murmurs flashing the stallion a chaotic grin. His fierce gaze flits to the pale moonwashed woman and he dips his proud head in greeting. "I just couldn't help but overhear that you are from the Deserts? Tsk tsk" he adds, thick saucer-like hooves propelling him forward in an almost jaunting gait, purposefully he halts himself between the stallion and mare, his chocolate colored skin taunt over rippling muscles. A single brow raises as he glares at the stallion, "More of a wasteland isn't it? Devoid of proper nutrients and fresh water... nothing befitting such a lovely little dove." he purrs, his gaze sliding back to the pale woman as his arching neck stretches towards her, nostrils flaring to drink in her sweet scent. "My name is Rougaru, lord of Paradise and king of Atlantis. Let me show you what a proper island looks like." he coos, his husky tones thick as he whispers against her skin.