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She was determined the defy him. An amusing trait that he seemed to attract in mares. Yes it was becoming a part of legend now, the fierceness of the wolves of paradise and Rougaru left much of that victory to the fact that his mares were no soft pushovers. Monster was venomous and fiery, Zjeena, his stoic ice queen too shone more and more what persecution could turn her into. Vanya too, as sultry and seductive as she was, had her fierce spirit and though Calypso never showed her teeth, there was something about the fire in her gaze that set his blood boiling. Even Titania had her ways as little as he knew them. Together, they made his pack strong and history would be written of their fierce blood. This mare of starlight and cream, would fit perfectly into the folds. With each venomous spit of her tongue and backlash of her hooves, he found himself wanting her more. Saliva wet his tongue as she flares her nostrils and spits forth her resolve. Of course he had no desire to see her fall beneath the waves of the greedy ocean surf. She might fight but he would see her on his shores.

A sinister smirk pulls his whiskered lips upwards into a cheshire grin. "That can be arranged." he growls as he takes a step forward. With all the ease and grace of a ballerina, she pivotes on her heels and charges down the shoreline. Even from the distance that separates them, he can see her gaze angling towards the bushline in search of a game trail that might lead her into the woods where her chance of escape would prove higher. His own nostrils flare now as he starts to follow when the sudden explosive cry from Cain reminds him that the black and white stallion was still in their midst.

Ears flatten atop his skull as the mahogany stallion screams his rage. The weight of Cain's frame atop his own rump is enough to throw him into a fit of wild cowhops, intent on loosening the stallion's hold. Hind muscles clench as he lifts his large frame, pushing the desert stud off his back. "Go back to your wasteland Mongrel. She is mine!" he snarls with one final buck before launching himself after the painted mare.

Forelimbs dig at the malleable sands underfoot as he stretched himself out, charging after her with ground eating strides. He does not follow directly behind her, neither does he attempt to head her off. Instead he orients his body between her and the shoreline. A dark grin sweeps over his ashen lips as he stretches his neck towards her, teeth snapping at the empty air that separates them. "To the ocean or my jaws... your choice stardust."