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She slipped through his grasp. It was not the first time as of late that his reserved nature had lost him out of a pretty face or two... but he was determined it would be the last.

Ears press forward amid the wind swet tangle of his mane. Nostrils flare wide, inhaling the faintly familiar perfume that had caught his attention as suddenly as a wolf upon blood. Vanya. Even now the sultry sway of her hips and the taunting smile upon her face run vivid through his mind, lending renewed determination to his step. Emerald ooids glitter in the bright sunlight as he lifts his gaze from the trail before him.

Vanya.

Like a haunted dream her name lingers upon his tongue with the same lustfilled desire that leads his gaze. Vanya.

She stands out among the dull browns and pale colored horses that mingled aimlessly through the commons. Her scent was not nearly as sweet now, already the odor of estrus long departed from her skin but even now with the slight swell of her barrel she carried herself with the regal authority that he found himself admiring. He liked the fiery ones.

Thick saucer-like hooves stamp a path upon the fertile grounds. He does not come upon her with the same mild manner as he had those weeks before when she had meandered off with the pale brute. No. Not this time.

Ears fall back beneath the curling tendrils of cream and caramel. Golden eyes of the wolf flit over her frame as saliva wets his tongue. Muscular neck snakes towards her now, a firm mark planted upon her brown framed hide. "You had your chance little dove. Now your mine." he growls, pressing his large frame against her rump, doing his best to force her forward. "If I must, I will force you the entire journey to Atlantis but I assure you it will be much more pleasurable for the both of us should you decide to suddenly turn meek." A suave smile plays upon his lips now, the wolf pacing hungrily just below the surface.