The Lost Islands
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Myth of the old GODS;


Annubis


Now Annubis was not one to torment a child. He had spent enough of his young years with one or more of his half siblings trailing at his heels as he led them on merry a game through the dense jungles of paradise. But that is also not to say that he did not find a bit of amusement in startling children or making them wary of the shadows. It was only healthy after all. Though Loupgaru proudly sported the jagged scars of a shadow cat, the attack held enough risk that Rougaru had been sure to reiterate to his children the dangers in the darkness. The way Annubis saw it, he was doing the boy a favor even if neither he nor his mother saw it in much the same light.

Amusement curls the corners of his lips upwards in the beginnings of a smile as golden eyes follow the frightened creature back to its mother’s embrace. A single raven-tipped lobe flickers at the duo before him as though he were suddenly bored of them. Her bared teeth are greeted by a lazy flick of his tail as the sterling wolf stalks closer. He has her just as he hoped, delight soared through his body with the same exaltation that no doubt the squawking birds must feel when they soared into the heavens. The last time they had met, she shamed him with vicious bites and disregarding snuffs. She had left him standing there in the meadow, fuming his distaste as she disappeared with that curly eared bastard in tow. Even without her confirmation he knew what had happened after they left him and well that only irritated him more. At least in this moment, she was left struggling to maintain her control. Composure had gone out the window the moment he appeared.

She snuffed at him, shifting her hips to keep Annubis in her sights and inching the small foal back behind her as though he imagined that the wolf would attempt to shred the boy where he stood. Of course Annubis had little desire to enforce such ferocity on the mother and child but well, it soothed his ego to think she might worry over such thoughts. Her retort at jealousy is enough to cause his steps to still and laughter to rumble from his lungs. Proudly dished head drops to shake vigorously from side to side as though he needed to rid the thoughts from his mind. A cheshire grin slides easily into place as he lifts his head now, holding it at what he only assumed to be regal height. Long as it was held higher than hers right? Ash dusted lips curl upwards in the beginnings of a sneer, ”Oh honey, If you had been halfway decent you might have been worthy of my time. The fact that you lay with the dogs and flounder ashore with a midget at your heels does nothing to change my opinion.” he taunts. She continues to taunt him, purring smugly how pleasant her experience had been with the black and white bachelor. Though the wolf prickled with rising anger, Annubis did his best to force the mask of indifference firmly into place. As if to enforce the opinion, he stifles, rather unsuccessfully, a yawn that causes his neck to stretch and his yellowing teeth to flash in the bright sunlight. She continues to egg him on, snubbing her muzzle at him with the twist of her head, raising her head high enough that a growl rumbles deep within the caverns of his chest. Her ocean blue eyes scan over him as though he were some prized show pony that did not quite fit what she imagined to be decent confirmation. Long black tail flicks in irritation as his own lips curl backwards in a sneer. ”At least peacocks have some pretty feathers. I suppose it is more than you or that little loathsome brat can say.” he says with a bark. It was unfair really and childish but the comment made him feel better. It made him feel like he was getting the upper hand again in the conversation and that she wasn’t besting him once again.

”Where did the little mongrel go anyway? Don’t you know how to keep your eyes on your child? There are worse things than me in the forest, especially for a dimwit.” he barks drawing his golden gaze away from her ocean blue eyes and scanning the broad leaves of foliage for some flash of movement or color. Father would not be pleased if he let a foal beyond their borders unchecked. Likewise he felt fairly certain that Rougaru would rip his hide apart if a child got harmed while he was supposed to be on patrol, whether it was his blood or not.


stallion | 4 | silver buckskin | mutt | 15.1 hands
rougaru x celestria


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