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Use caution when the Wolf comes aknockin; Posted on February 17, 2020 at 06:53:11 PM by Rougaru
Fury welled like a slow boil in his soul, churning the blood in his veins until it pulsed with each beat of his heart. Muscles tense beneath chocolate colored hide as the stallion drops his head an inch, preparing to launch himself at the black stallion again should the need arise. Regardless of the transgressions that had transpired between himself and Vasilisa, regardless of how jaded their relationship had become, she would always be under his protection, even if it was from himself. He knew she felt deeply for him, love? He was not quite sure she knew what it was. Her profession of love had fallen upon deaf ears that day in the jungle, lost to the ocean breeze and dismissed from his ears and yet hearing the stallion whispering them in such fervent distain, he could not help but to feel the snarl rising to his lungs.
Dark ears pin back, burying beneath the thick mantle of caramel colored mane as Rougaru takes a pointed step forward, daring the stallion to give him a reason to rip him apart. Golden eyes glitter behind green as the wolf bristles, jaws parted and ivory fangs flashing, it hungered for blood. The war was not enough. The wait too long.
Again the stallion speaks, his voice condescending as he addressed Vasilisa. Rougaru too turned to gaze at the dark mare, a prideful smile tugging the corner of his lips upward though never managing to find true purchase. He snorts, his words thick with sarcasm and disdain. Thick skull snaps back around to face the black stallion as venomous words ring past his own lips. “What concern is it of you who she mates with? Are you that desperate that you seek your own sister to bare your foals?” he growls, teeth snapping as thick whipcord lashes audible against battle scarred haunches. “There is no such thing as love. Nothing more than a foals fancy… but do not dare to dismiss my presence as anything but devotion for I will always stand in defense of those under my rule.” He says lifting his head a bit higher. Vasilisa and himself might have their differences and their disagreements but regardless he would still stand in her defense when another came to stand between them.