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Use caution when the Wolf comes aknockin; Posted on February 26, 2020 at 00:39:39 AM by Rougaru
Winds of war rang strong over the horizon, a promise of changes or lack there of still a mystery to the beast of chocolate hues. For the most part Atlantis was immune to the troubles that plagued the island of Luthien. Summer wore on bringing with each passing breeze the promise of autumn. Like the season's change, so too did the wolf feel a change in himself. It started slow, a tickle in the back of his mind, a thought occasionally brought about by a random wind. He was growing lacks in his duties to provide a strong and impenetrable herd. Though he was content with a small closely guarded menagerie of pretty things, that too was dwindling to only a handful.
So this particular summer day, when the sun peaked highest in the sky, the jungle wolf found himself drawn away from his cherished paradise and once more onto the main island chain.
Water droplets fall heavily from his thick battle scarred hide, darkening his russet colored coat to near black in the bright noon day sun. Thick skull drops as musular neck is given a thorough shake to rid what he could of the excess waters from the creamy caramel colored knots of his mane. He couldn't lie. It felt good.
Ears stand at attention now as deep multifaceted eyes of emerald green cast a roaming gaze over the landscape before him. He had not visited this side of the main island in quite some time. Gaze roams effortlessly over the familiar sights, tall thick trunked palms and thick broad leaf ferns stretched far down the white sand beach. Saline breeze curled around his thickest frame, its invisable fingers twisting through the damp curls of creamy mane. A serene moment, if it weren't for the incessant twittering of squaking gulls drifting up and down the beach with the retreating tide.
He would perhaps have lingered here a few moments longer, if it weren't for that irritatingly familiar scent that wafted to his keen nostrils. A hard snort blast past his lips as he forces the grim snarl from his lips, burying it deep beneath the layers of his skin. No sense is scarring off everyone on the islands with his fierce warface. That wasn't why he was here.
Curiosity tugged at him as twin sonars swivel at attention atop his skullcap. Paperthin nostrils flare as the stallion sifts through the various familiar scents for the unknown.
There.
Like a pretty songbird she stood, dark eyes alight with innocence and naive grace. It was clear from her expressive gaze and damp coat that she was new to the islands, no doubt an immigrant of the mainlands like he himself had once been. "Well, we'll..." The words drew lazily past his parted lips as a suave smile ghosts its way across ash dusted features. "Tell me you are not trying to force another victim onto your frozen wasteland Liland" he says doing his best to keep his disgust for the pale stallion from his gaze as smoothly thick saucer-like hooves bring him to a halt between the duo, his intent clear. Liland would not walk away with this one.
With a flick of his tail attention shifts completely from the smaller fjord to settle on the pretty molten girl of cinnamon and sugar hues. "Surely a pretty little dove like yourself is more suited to warm beaches and bright sunshine. Not the harsh reality of ice and snow." He muses dipping his whiskered maw with a chuckle. "I am Rougaru... Have you a name little bird?" Replies: