The Lost Islands
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Use caution when the wolf comes knocking;



Rougaru knew that his words would summon a reply. Whether she flinched and drew away from him with fear, or turned to meet him with fire and hate was to be determined. Secretly he and the wolf both hoped for the latter. It had been some time since he felt the boiling of his blood or the excitement that accompanies an emotion fueled encounter. Although Faolain’s attempt at stealing his newest acquisition away had awakened long dormant embers, it was not nearly the same as a good game of cat and mouse.

A cheshire grin curves its way across his ash dusted lips as the girl of fire and ice responds to his taunting chime. There is a small part of the beast that hoped she would lash out at him with venom and anger. The wolf hoped that she might lung towards him with jaws parted and jade eyes focused intently upon him. Dark ears fall backwards as she turns her face towards his, her vivid eyes dark and daunting. Small crimson ears disappear beneath the thick cascade of her fiery mane. Lost is the pathetic creature that crumpled in the white sands and screamed for a hero. Gone is the princess that gazed out across the rolling waves to the sea beyond with tears in her eyes. Instead the eyes that gaze that meet his own are hardened now, hard and cold.
She rises now, the white sand that clung to her body disappearing raining down upon the beach beneath her hooves. She takes a step towards him as she speaks, perhaps imagining that if she makes herself formidable he might back away and disappear into the jungle in search of easier prey. No. That was not the wolf way. Golden eyes glitter beneath green as slowly the stallion stretches a foreleg to lazily scratch an invisible itch on the bridge of his nose. Multifaceted eyes peer up at her from beneath the thick layer of lashes and creamy forelock as he scoffed lightly in reply, a roguish grin teasing the corners of his whiskered lips upwards. ”I would not necessarily say that I tore you from his side. You do his brave battle attempt a disservice. Lady fire.” he quips, his thick baritones light with amusement as he pauses to lift his broad head. A single brow arches as he bobs his crown, ”I won. A simple fact and one that Cain himself is all too familiar with.”
he continues, the humor dropping from his tone as the words once more draw up the memory of Melinoe.

She continues to lecture him, her bright green eyes glittering fiercely against the orange and red hues of the afternoon sun. Her lips peel back in a snarl, blunt teeth clacking audibly in determination. Oh how she intended to make him believe it with such a ferocious display. Hard to believe it was the same woman who had been crumpled in a terrified heap only moments ago. He opens his mouth to respond but she does not wait. Instead of charging into him with teeth and hooves flying as Monster did, she turns on her heels in a flurry of red and white and charges down the beach. For a moment he is truly flabbergasted. This woman was full of contradictions and that inthralled him.

With a toss of his head the broad stallion charges after her, kicking his heels up in amusement. Though his shoulder still throbbed from where one of Cain’s hooves connected, he was determined not to allow it to stop him or prevent him from chasing after her. Unlike the race with Monster down the beach, Rougaru follows the red and white woman at an easier pace, allowing her the distance between them but never so far ahead that she would be without the shadow that haunted her hoofprints. An amused laugh rings from his lips as the stallion snorts heavily, his dark ears pressed forward amid the wind swept locks of his cream and caramel mane. ”And yet you are content to belong to Cain? I see no difference.” he yells slamming his hooves into the sand to send a spray up around him. ”He lost his right to you and I won. Simple. Whether you wish to see it or not.” he continues, lengthening his stride now to close the distance that separated them. Muscular neck uncoils as he stretches his muzzle out to grasp a strand of her flagging tail between his teeth, savoring the salt flavor that lingered upon his tongue. ”A child’s game you play. Child’s play. Would you like to chase me for a change? I assure you I am nearly as much fun as this.” he laughs, slowing his gait again so that he could drop back a few paces behind her. The wolf was not finished with this game she started. Not by a long shot.

Rougaru
what's a king to a god;
pic courtesy of Charlie-X @ deviantart



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