Posted on March 23, 2020 at 10:57:31 AM by Rougaru
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If ever there was a moment in time that Rougaru could return, he would have gone back to that day when first Zjeena asked to return to the Bay. She may have hated him, her dark gaze may have become filled with venom but she would have been safe. You should never had left her. Like a haunting the wolf in his graveled voice murmured softly. He had followed her to the Bay weeks later. He told himself he only wanted to make sure she was safe, that the foals were safe and that Liland was treating her fairly. He should have seen the desperate plea behind her brown eyes, should have seen the sadness that clung to her desperate touch and the venom with which Liland hoarded her away. You should have saved her. The wolf meets the eyes of the creature that stood before him now. Gone was the soft spoken beauty that had captured his soul with her warmth and level headedness. Gone is the affection and adoration that mirrored in his own emerald eyes. The names slip from his lips are met with indifference, met with pinned ears and grinding teeth. She sees beyond him, as though he were nothing more than the epitome of all that she had learned to dispise. You should have saved her. Again the wolf speaks, the voice soft in his mind and yet he could hear it as clearly as though they were shouted. He should not have let her go. Liland be damned. He would pay. To tell with promises and tense agreements. He would pay. She lunges for him now, her jaws parted and neck snaking forward to force him back away from her. The wolf rises, its hairs bristling. Not with anger... but with recognition. He feels the creature that long lay dormant beneath her stoic persona. He feels the rising, clawing beast and the feral eyes glinting behind the storm of clouded auburn. She lunges but he dares not move back for fear that she would be lost to him. The beast claws for freedom, its own feral growl lingering upon his lips as he forces Rougaru forward. Whiskered lips reach for her now, tense tenderness in his touch as that same graveled tones rake from his lungs. "Remember us. it demands. His body is solid, tension holding him still despite the mire and mud that squelches beneath their hooves. Multifaceted eyes of emerald gaze upon hers, yellow eyes fighting to be seen. "Remember by touch, that night on the beach. Feel the warmth in which you clung to me. Remember the words I whispered in your ears. Remember MY touch. he says, pausing as cautiously he draws in another deep breath. " Feel the love that burned with the flames of hells fire. Remember my promise. I came for you that day in the Bay. Remember my words, my love." he murmurs, pressing his cheek against her own. If it would restore her gaze he would let her tear him apart. "Remember when you came home, when you returned shattered to Paradise, remember I told you that I was yours and that you were mine. I told you I would be there always." he murmurs, the resolve cracking as images of their intimate moments flash through his mind. The intimacy of their touch. "I am Rougaru, wolf of the jungle Zjeena..." he murmurs taking another step forward, stretching his muscular neck to cover her own, drawing him close to his breast. The beast calling to the monster that lurked beneath her own skin. "you... you are my soul, my drappa." he breathes, inhaling deeply her scent. To hell with the world. To hell with the war, Warsaw could have it. "Remember us. I shall see the world burn for you" 
silver bay | stallion | 7yrs | 16.3 hh | mutt |
Replies:
- YOU CAN'T SHAPE ME - By Zjeena April 1, 2020 at 05:01:12 AM
- Use caution when the wolf comes knocking; - By Rougaru April 1, 2020 at 06:10:56 AM
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