Monster.

Like a warm ray of sunlight on the most frigid winter day the painted mare had a way of soothing the beast that lurked beneath his core. Nostrils flare as he inhales her sharp scent now, comforted by the faint wisps of his own scent that lingers upon her skin. Like the northern star she is his constant. Always there, always eager to meet the beast and fearless in the threat that arises. Seeing her, the peace in which she grazed and the swollen round of her belly, he could not help but to smile regardless of the turmoil that threatened to tear his empire apart.

She squeals as his lips brush along her flank, blunt teeth snaking forward to place a well aimed bite. Lips peel back from yellowed teeth as he lifts his large head clear of her seeking fangs. Blood pounds through his veins as her teeth connect with the thinly stretched skin along his jaw. A deep feral growl rumbles in his lungs as a heavy snort leaves his nostrils. Chocolate colored ears fall backwards between the curling tangles of cream and caramel colored tresses as the stallion lifts a single forelimb to paw at the ground underfoot. Multifaceted green eyes glitter, matching the mischief that dances now in her eyes. Even already swollen with his child she had a way of tempting the wolf, and bringing arise once more to the countless encounters in which he found himself atop her back.

A wolfish grin spreads across his whiskered lips as the dragga leans against the warmth of her flesh pressed tightly against his own. Muscular neck arches as the stallion drapes his neck across her own, drawing the viper close. "I should think so heavy with our child you would be quite tired of my displays of affection." he teases, his whispered breath heavy with emotion. By the gods she would be his undoing.

He does not remain there for long, does not pin her against his body for more than a few seconds, but it is enough to refuel the fire that burns within his breast. A deep throaty growl lingers as he brings his gaze once more to meet hers. "You have been quiet for some time.... tell me.." he begins, ears angled towards her as proud head turns to meet her brown and blue gaze. "What do you think?" he asks his tones inquisitive. Of course he would never let Celestria hold the island from him. This place was burned into his blood and he beat in one with the dark jungles. The war... now that was a different story. Sure he had enemies to face... but was it that the alliance wavered? What if one fell? Would the rest fall apart? A heavy sigh falls from his lips as the stallion watches the beauty before him. She was younger than himself, but still, there was wisdom that lingered in those calculating eyes and well, she was his queen after all. It might have driven Vasilisa mad that he had taken on another but he would not see Zjeena broken and tossed aside like a worthless bit of weed. Like Monster, she too had her worth, only time would tell if it rose him or made him fall.