Common

The wolf was quite pleased with himself. His defeat over Liland was not the first defeat that the gray stallion of the bay had been dealt in the time since their first meeting; however, this defeat meant a great deal more to the beast. The wolf had won. He had shown Zjeena that he would burn the world for her. He showed Monster that he was still the primitive creature he had once been. He had not lost his edge. For a time there, those thoughts had crossed his mind, Beaten, battered and bruised Rougaru had wondered if he was beginning to feel the years that had crossed his path and left him in their wake.

But not now.

The beast of chocolate hues enters the common lands with his thick skull held high. Lock curling tendrils of cream and caramel mane cascade in great sweeping curls down the curve of his muscular neck. His gait is fluid, save for the occasional clip due to the bruised hip left in the wake of Liland's attack. Days later and still it smarted and caused his breath to catch in his throat but he would wear those bruises and scabbed marks with pride.

Ears swivel alot his cranium now as multifaceted eyes of emerald green cast a roaming gaze over the rolling hills and skeletal trees caught tight in winter's grasp. Despite himself the large stallion shivers, unsettling the dusting snowflakes that fall upon his dark coat. The jungle stallion would be glad to see spring. He was never a fan of the harsh reality of winter, but at least in Atlantis, the cold months were much milder and less dready.

The crunch of snowfall beneath hooves catch his ears and cause the large stallion's head to swivel around him until sights settle upon a pretty little golden girl. For a moment he watches her in silence. From the manner in which she moved, the tension that rippled beneath each toned muscle, she was unfamiliar with these lands. Her damp coat glistened in the rare sunshine that shown bright upon the land of glistening snow laden land. He watches her for a moment, watches the fluid movement of each step she takes over the unfamiliar ground and the gentle arching curve of her neck as she bent her head to sate her thirst from the small pond nearby.

Though the season was gone now, Rougaru cannot help but to allow his gaze to roam over the curves and contours of her womanly figure; from the brilliant blue of her eyes batting innocently behind pale lashes to the sultry curve of her hip. It was rare, save for the peak mares, to see such a pretty creature alone and without a foal swelling her belly. The wolf was not about to let such a rare gift escape him.

A coy grin plays upon his whiskered lips of ashen hues as casually he strides towards her. He does not immediately close the distance between them with forceful bites and ears laid back in dominance of claim. Instead he makes his approach mild, friendly even if such a fierce creature could appear as such.

Dark lashes blink politely towards her as he pauses a few feet away from her, his own chocolate colored neck arching to let lips trail over the water's surface. He was not exactly thirsty, Atlantis had its fair share of fresh water sources but well, he would not let an opportunity go to waste... for pretenses of course.

Droplets dribble from his ash dusted labrums as the stallion finally lifts his muzzle and gazes at her, brilliant emerald eyes fixating upon her own. "A rare day to see the sun shining so brightly in the dead of winter..." he muses thoughfully, thick tail flicking idly back and forth against muscular haunches as he takes a step towards her, muzzle extending politely. "You must be a good luck charm of sorts." he breathes with an inviting smile.