Posted on December 1, 2020 at 10:20:20 PM by Rougaru
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What had she endured? What sorrows had forced her to flee to the oceans in hopes that poseidon might take pity upon her. Was it Aeolus who played his tricks by bringing her to the shores of these islands or had the fates a separate fate for her? He hoped that it was the gods who smiled down upon him in allowing him to venture upon her that fateful night. How had hoped the Ge found a smile upon her own lips as she watched them together on the white sand beach, the lap of waves the lullabye to even his own ears. So bright the moon had been, the stars twinkling and dancing shadows over her salted coat. She was his fae; his fairy. A creature caught between reality and an ambitious man’s dreams. Though the sweet scent of her heat is enough to make his thoughts wander to more carnal pleasures, the wolf for once, dared him not. She was precious in her innocence and he would not tarnish that course for a mere urge. Instead, as the night and stars danced above, he finds himself tracing the fine contours of her features with his gaze and savoring the warmth of her silken body pressed so close to his own. Time and again, he found himself pressing his neck against her own, his muzzle touching against the taunt muscles and flex and shiver beneath her skin. She had seen much, and yet was it a blessing that her memory had faded from her? As the predawn begins to give way to bright hues of pink and orange and purple, she begins to stir. Dark ears perk amid the tangle of his windswept locks as emerald eyes blink warmly at her soft murmurs. An affectionate smile tugs his own whiskered lips upward as the mahogany stallion draws his gaze away from the silver beauty to gaze again at the shadowed jungles that he had grown to adore. Each tree, every branch and twig and flower were precious to him and yet even they were not complete without the small close knit herd that tucked itself away there. ”Paradise…” he breathes, contentment released in the sigh that wraps his body in warmth and security. The world might be falling apart around them but here, in the jungles of Atlantis, there was only peace. The look of wonder that always crosses the faces of others when first they come upon his shores fills him with both intrigue and satisfaction. Her dark eyes blink through the rising sun, as her gaze travels down the strip of white shores. Her question causes the wolf to growl but he makes no outward show of displeasure, no desire to terrify her or break the feeble strands of trust that he was carefully weaving between them. There was a time when it had been his. A time when the island answered to no one save the calling of his own voice and it was his herd that roamed with unrestrained freedom. However those days are long past now and he can only look to the future and the hope that soon, the island of Atlantis would submit beneath the monarchy created by the wolf. Gently he reaches to touch her shoulder, a warmth to his smile as he tilts his head towards the white sands that lay before them. ”Not the whole island.” he begins, pausing to let his words settle between the amicable space between them. ”There are four herds that call this island home. My Paradise is but a part of a whole. My land stretches down towards the mangrove trees if you would like to see them. If we are lucky my sons have not completely demolished the ripe fruits… Would you like to see them?” he offers, his emerald gaze upon her once more. 
silver bay | stallion | 9yrs | 16.3 hh | mutt |
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