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Use caution when the Wolf comes aknockin; Posted on February 17, 2020 at 04:27:23 PM by Rougaru
Rougaru had no intentions of chasing after Vasilisa. In his mind, she had made her bed the moment she decided to leave his shores; to hell if whether she approved his choice in leads or not. Monster had earned her right to lead, and so had Zjeena. Neither had requested or begged for the title but he saw the wisdom in their lead. Monster was youthful but spirited and full of fire. Zjeena his steady rock, calm and collected even in the most unsure of situations. Despite his hatred of the bay stallion, Rougaru could not help but to feel grateful that the gray stallion had thought to send her away. He would never make that same mistake.
However Vasilisa had made the choice herself. She had chosen to run when he left his back turned, and in that instant, all faith and trust he had held, regardless of how fragile, had been shattered. She still was the mother of two of his foals, two strong colts who showed more and more promise as the days wore on, but he could not open himself to the dark mare. He would not risk his herd. Father would never allow it. But his encounter with Vasilisa had ruffled his feathers so to speak. He had not taken any pleasure in banning her from his shores, but she was no longer a member of Paradise and well, he had to do what was in the best interest of those who still abided by his law. When this war was over he would perhaps see his borders open and more welcoming to those who wished to come and go but for now, the wolf demanded control.
He had come to the main island this day in search of new members, the herd of Paradise was growing thin as it were and well the wolf was not pleased. Of course he adored those that called his herd their home but still, the stallion in him wanted more.
Ears twitch as the sounds of raised voices drift to his ears. Paper-thin nostrils flare as the familiar scent of Vasilisa, Noctis and Quillion drift to his awaiting nostrils. Depthless emerald green eyes glitter in the pale morning light as with slow cautious steps the muscular stallion follows the scents familiar to him. He hears the voice of Vasilisa now, protective and guarded as she spits venomous words at the stranger. It does not take him long to break past the veil of dense foliage and what he finds is not what he expected. Mother and sons stood, tense and rigid with emotion doing their best to avoid the stranger. The stallion, was clearly familiar with Vasilisa. His attacks though aimed first at the foals was clearly directed at her.
Rage boiled beneath his skin now as muscles tense beneath chocolate colored skin. Fury spills past his lips as the king of Paradise charges forward, ears laced tightly against his skullcap. No words fall past his lips, no warning beyond the bugle of threat as he lets thick saucer like hooves eat the ground beneath him in massive strides. He does not slow as he comes upon them, instead the stallion shifts the weight in his body just enough so that it is the point of his shoulder that meets the black stallion’s body first, aiming for the tender muscles covering the ribcage. It is not enough to mortally wound the stallion, but enough to put some distance between him and the mother and colts. Deep breathes huff from his lungs as he takes a step backward, placing himself protectively between the stallion and Vasilisa. Thick whipcord flicks back and forth against sturdy limbs, raven dipped dials flickering back and forth as proud head raises in dominance. ”Who are you so worthless to attack mere foals? Can you find no better to battle?” he snarls venom lacing his words.