The Lost Islands
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Use caution when the Wolf comes aknockin;( Faolain )
Posted on December 7, 2020 at 09:46:56 PM by Rougaru



The battle had been a short one, one that neither party could truly put their heart behind but one that the outcome would conform the island of Atlantis. Rougaru was a wolf of his word and his defeat while annoying was far less deterring than he had at first imagined. When the outcome, though close, became clear, the stallion merely dipped his head respectfully and disappeared into the shadows to lick his wounds.

The wolf he thought, would be obstinate and scream its hatred for his defeat. He imagined the grey beast to stalk and snarl beneath his core until he stumbled forward to challenge Faolain’s claim once more. He imagined that the creature would snarl and spit and claw and fight and yet for the first time in a long time, the beast is quiet. Its golden eyes stare through half closed lids, his thick ruff of gray fur strangely flat along its spine. Only its salt and pepper tail twitches against the beast’s flanks as though the feral animal was waiting to see what would come of this. And so, Rougaru would not leave him waiting long.

As promised he encroaches onto the borders of the Ridge. Paper thin nostrils flare as gingerly he shifts his weight from his injured shoulder to distribute it elsewhere. Faolain had not gone easily on him. In truth, he would have been offended if she had. An amused smile tugs the corners of his lips as easily he settles into wait along the border, waiting for Faolain or Rivaini to pass. It would be good to check on the pretty silver bay mare. There had been little word of her health since their coupling and Rougaru hoped that while the conversation would quickly turn to business, that perhaps he might learn as to whether his seed took hold in her womb or even see the gentle swell of her belly with the child he had lain there. Rougaru was nothing if not a very respectful wolf. He respected borders and would not dare cross them today even if it was in the interest of aligning the whole island as one. Though he could not speak of the other leaders, at least with Faolain and himself together, their force would be more demanding of attention than if it were merely himself or Foalain alone. Together. Pack. Family. The words play upon his tongue as the wolf flashes a toothy grin. Together. Family. Pack. Only the strongest survived in this brutal world and if nothing else, Rougaru would ensure that it was his pack that left its pawprints on the history of the islands for years and years to come.


Rougaru
silver bay | stallion | 9yrs | 16.3 hh | mutt


photo by vantid @ tumblr





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