The Lost Islands
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Use caution when the wolf comes knocking;

rougaruyou must use caution, when the wolf comes knocking




Multifaceted eyes of emerald green miss nothing. Ever since the noted absence of Vanya and Drogon, and the unmistakable scent of the Peak mountains, Rougaru found himself on edge. Tirelessly his feet found the familiar pathways that bordered his side of the island. Anger gave energy to his muscles and thoughts alike. There had been no outspoken alliance between himself and the mares of the Peak. However the deep bond he felt with Wasp was enough to cause him to make an effort to avoid her and the mares that she found herself loyal too. To think that she would warrant such a transgression against him and his pack... it made him wonder.

Nonetheless, the fury that burned in his soul kept him going even when he knew that sleep should take him. The unfamiliar scent of a stranger on the zephyr winds alerted him to the approach long before the dark mare's hoove first found purchase upon the maleable sands. He blinks against the shadows, his charcoal nostrils flaring to inhale the damp scent of horseflesh. She was a pretty thing, her arched neck showing off the supple curves and feminine lines of her body. Unlike many of the females that roamed these islands this time of year, her frame was sleek and slender, untouched by male which left the wolf licking his lips in intrigue.

She knows he is there. He can see it in the flick of her ear and the blink of her eyes as she cast her gaze towards the dense leaves where he observed her from. For a moment, he imagined a coy smile upon her lips, A taunting image that brings a wolfish grin to ghost across his own. Dark ears flex backwards as with a proud snort he ducks beneath the wide elephant ear leaves to emerge on the sun warmed sands. Thick curls of carmel and cream tendrils whip against the tug of the salty air as slowly he moves towards her. "I prefer a nice long roll in the dry sand to rid the salt from my skin..." he begins, blinking green eyes at her as he stops just before her. Dark ears perk now amid the tangle of his mane as he stretches his thickly muscled neck towards her, a coy smile upon his lips. "Dries quicker." he adds with a flick of his tail. "I am Rougaru. You are?"

wolf of the jungle
stallion - silver bay dapple - 16.3hh - mutt - dragga of paradise
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