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Use caution when the wolf comes knocking;
Posted on March 20, 2020 at 04:34:57 AM by Rougaru



Zjeena.

He feels her long before emerald green eyes fall upon her waterlogged form bobbing above the surface of the turbulent ocean. Hope brims in his eyes now, the wolf standing on edge in the shallow surf. Ears prick forward amid the tangle of cream and caramel colored locks that frame his face in damp ringlets. Something was not right. He can feel it.

She moved listlessly, as though her body and mind no longer moved in unison. She floundered as a rising wave urged her into the shallows and Rougaru cannot stop himself from taking a step towards her. She did not see him. He feels himself frozen, the beat of his own heart stilled and silent as the entire island seemed to grow quiet. Emerald eyes travel over every curve and contour of her slim frame, searching for any signs of wounds or damage done. Deep down he knew that this damage instilled upon her was one that tore deep beneath the surface. This was not something easily soothed by healing plants or cleansing tongues.

He lifts his head to speak but the sight of her crestfallen features and distant eyes silence the call even before it can form upon his lips. For a moment he merely watches as she drags herself from the surf and ambles towards the jungle path on stiff legs.

Sorrow.

He had seen it before. A reaction he himself had taken. The wounded wolf seeking solace in the solitude of the jungle to heal the broken and battered body. She is a ghost of the mare she had been only days before she left... and the rage burned.

He can feel the beast rising, feel the guttural, feral growl burning in his chest. His nostrils quiver with the rush of adrenaline that pulses flaming blood through his veins. For a moment his vision falters, the world surrounded in crimson. He can feel the creature's saliva wet his tongue with a thirst that could only be quenched in Liland's downfall. In this moment he would have given anything to rip the gray stallion's heart from his chest and leave his lifeless carcass bleaching in the sun for the carrion birds and predators to destroy.

Zjeena.

The soft rustling of wind through the thickly branched trees coo her name, cooling the rage that threatened to overwhelm him now. Zjeena needed him now. The wolf could wait.

There is an almost timid sense about him now as meekly he follows the dampened hoofprints leading into the jungle shadows. Emerald eyes blink as he pauses a moment to let his vision adjust to the shadows.

He can feel here. Zjeena.

Her head is lowered in defeat. The scent of Liland still clung to her skin and he wanted, no... needed to touch her. "Zjeena...." he murmurs, his husky tones graveled with the weight of emotion that warred within his breast. Tentatively he reaches for her, his whiskered lips inches away from touching her skin and yet he refrains. "I am here my love." he murmurs, his voice cracking as he breathes a heavy breath, emerald eyes searching her own. "Come back to me.... come home." he whispers searching... waiting.

He wants to touch her, wants to feel the warmth of her skin against his flesh, the beat of her soul in time with his own. He wants to hear the softness of her voice but he knew what it was like to teeter upon the edge of oblivion. He wanted her touch, wanted her love but he would not force it. He was not Liland. He would wait for her to come to him. "I will not leave you alone."


Rougaru
silver bay | stallion | 7yrs | 16.3 hh | mutt


photo by vantid @ tumblr



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