For the first time in a long time, Rougaru felt as if his world was beginning to unravel one thread at a time. Planning for the war was much more time consuming than he had originally anticipated. While he felt a deep, blood born bond of kinship with Warsaw, the reasons behind the gray stallion's war were beginning to appear a monumental feat. Not long after their initial meeting, Rougaru learned that Warsaw had been dethroned... not once, but twice. First, some strange nomad mare with a ghostly face... then by his own queen. Where the alliance between Paradise and the Inlet stood was still up in the air. He had full intentions of visiting his fallen comrade and the newly proclaimed queen soon... but then...

Zjeena's return to the Bay had been more of a distraction than he had ever thought possible. He knew all a lot that she wished to return to the Bay and the gray stallion who claimed it... but he could not help himself. He had to make sure that she was happy. Odd really, thinking on it now, that he might concern himself with the happiness of mares but well, his time on the islands had apparently changed him more than he knew. First Monster, then Zjeena, Calypso and even Celestria and Vasilisa as annoying as the black mare was... each had worked their way into his mindset and buried themselves deep. He wanted to keep them close, to ensure that their happiness was brought about by him and even found the wolf pleased at the light of passion that burned in their eyes. He had taken the time he did not have, ventured to the Bay and found the little mare, but there was no happiness in her eyes. He returned to the island after her departure but soon it was off to Bjorn and his lovely little Nya. While Tinuvel was in turmoil, he planned to ensure that Atlantis did not become so disheveled.

However, upon his return once more there was another at his borders. While he had made a grudging agreement with the little mare who called herself queen of the Shores, a new stallion had appeared and apparently disthroned her. That Rougaru nor the wolf minded in the least. He was not exactly thrilled with the idea of having to tell Warsaw that his island had also held a would be queen. This stallion seemed formidable, a potential ally... but only time would tell.

Vasilisa's call summoned him home, his return had been one met with her rear end racing towards the shores after some proclamation of independence. Good riddance. Or so the wolf felt. She had balked at every command and though she remained loyal, it had been merely after cowing her into that submission. An she remained jaded each and every day since. The stallion in him was pissed. Part of him wanted to chase her ass down and beat her once again back to Paradise... however the wolf won out. She was more trouble than she was worth and if by chance she did manage to claim the Shores... well there was no saying he could not beat her down and show her just how he could rule.

But that was not what caught his attention now.

Celestria.

Chocolate colored ears perk forward amid the mass of cream colored tresses as the pale mare proclaims the herd her own. Anger flares its burning fury behind those mutifaceted green eyes as he meets her gaze with hard eyes. Muscles tense beneath sleek dark hide as he approaches her at a controlled walk. Ashen labrums reach forward to brush along Noctis spine in passing reassurance as he comes to a halt infront of the pale mare, thick crown lifts above her own as he stares jaded emerald eyes down upon her own. "Well Celestria? What is this?" he inquires, a single brow raising expectantly. He did not want to fight her, his gift from Warsaw... his spirited little Tinuvel fire... but if she resisted him... apparently he was becoming to soft... they were forgetting who he was. He was the wolf of Atlantis.. and it was time for the beast to rise.