There are very few mares that the dark chocolate colored stallion has ever come across that have truely been able to astonish him. There is one thing that he has discovered over the years an that is that those of the fairer sex seemed to prefer personal contact. Most preferred a gentle touch, Rae among them. Titania had happily followed the silver thicket stallion for his gentle touch, even Melinoe turned tail and fled with Cain at the first opportunity. Rae was soft, gentle and fragile in that the manner in which he discovered her made him fear that she might fall apart, especially after what happened to her on the common island. He would never imagine being able to touch her in the same manner that Monster and Vanya demanded.

Monster was the first to ever accept the wolf for what it was. She had taunted and toyed with him for some time but still it had always been understood between them. There were moments, more so as the years together passed them by, when affection and gentleness did encompass their time together, but over all, teeth and fire made them complete. It bound them together as one and they both welcomed it with open arms.

Zjeena had been different. She had always understood the feral creature that the wolf was and looked upon it with indifference. Instead of fleeing from it, the bond that built them strong together had been one brought from years of careful communication and his commitment to her. Where Monster took his fire, she received the tenderness and gentle manner that the stallion in him could bring. There was never any need for blood letting but instead a desire for contact and communication. She had been his diplomat and even now he looks to his memory of her for that stoic grace that had once been. Until Liland broke her. Forever the wolf and he would pass the story down for future generations to be on the look out for the demon that had maimed his ice queen. Zjeena had been Liland’s in the beginning, but her freedom was never enough for his desire to claim what had once been his. Hatred boiled between the two stallions and it was Zjeena that had been forced to suffer for it. Perhaps that was why even his love for her had not been enough to make her stay on the islands with him and Akela. The wolf had awakened in her and she took her leave and he had been forced to simply watch her disappear into the distance. That was why he held on so long, hoping and praying it was enough to bring her back.

That was why he could not let them go. Even the ones that despised him like Titania and Melinoe, even Chelle. He could not watch them disappear with that piece of him that longed for their touch, the very sight of them. It was not enough.

Vanya had tempted him from the moment his eyes fell upon her those years ago on the common island. She had met his advance with indifference but he could feel the fire burning in her eyes when she gazed at him, even if she was not willing to admit it aloud. He left her in the care of the old gray stallion, watched with fuming hatred as they disappeared into the woodlands like lovestruck deer. She had fawned over him then but it was to Paradise she turned when the bastard left her alone and pregnant with his child. Drogon. Drogon was his now. The understanding one built between himself and Vanya through heat and fire. She tempted the wolf and taunted the creature with her sultry ways. He had always believed there would never be another on the islands like Monster and yet Vanya took that fire to a whole new level. Where his viper used her teeth and spirited nature to lead him on a merry chase of wills, Vanya used her body and the sultry curve of her hips. It had been rage induced passion that brought about the conception of Vivienne. This time, this time it had been different; but no less fierce passion.

His words wove through her hungry ears and like honey dripping from the hive he found himself lost in her body. He let himself loose upon the curve of her hips and the delicious scent of sweat as it lathered upon their mingled bodies. For the first time since their meeting, they had come together as one and in that moment, Rougaru felt himself healing from the wounds that Zjeena left in her wake. Together they lingered on that sand and stone beach bathed in starlight and the afterglow of passion until the first light of dawn began to hide the stars from view. Rougaru knew she was as eager to return to Paradise as he was but he doubted that their reasons were the same. Vanya never hid from him what it was she sought and now that she had it, she would want to return and make her return known to the others. Honestly he could not blame her. If he had been cursed a mare then perhaps he would be much like she was.

He was both surprised and relieved as they made the short swim to Atlantis. Instead of trying to overpower him or charge ahead as she normally did, she moved instead in unison with him, occasionally allowing him to take the lead. At least until Paradise came into view. With a burst of energy she drew herself from the shallows, her slender legs prancing through the crystal waters with her ballerina like steps. Once more his lips curl into a smile as he splashes towards her, savoring the view of her glistening body. Her dark eyes roam over his broad figure, causing the wolf to subconsciously inhale a deep breath, his muscular neck arching to allow his whiskered lips to trail suggestively over the curve of her hip. ”I am sure you will find a reason or two to make that happen.” he teases, lipping at a strand of her salt damped tail. Together they cross the shallow waters and wade past the foaming waves. The change in her was astonishing but he was not foolish enough to imagine that it would last forever. However that did not mean he would not enjoy it while he could. The sun warmed his back and the cool breeze of fall blew across them, drying the salt on their backs. A single dial flickers as Vanya suggests he calls for their children. Multifaceted eyes of emerald search hers for some sign as to what her plans might be but he finds himself nodding. ”As you wish.” he purrs, leaning his head towards her again to caress the velvet curve of her dark cheek. ”I suppose there will be plenty of time for us alone… later.” he finishes, his thick baritones suggestive as he withdraws almost reluctantly to fix his gaze upon the shadowed jungle before them. He cannot see them, cannot hear the rustling of his herd above the screech of parrots and twittering songbirds, but he knows they are there nonetheless.

With a shrill scream he calls for Drogon and Vivienne, it was time for a family reunion.