To say the silver buckskin boy felt smug would be an understatement. He was downright jolly, especially when managing to thwart Hyacinth’s attempt to flee from him. Why it was, that she managed to get beneath his skin was still an itch that he never seemed able to scratch, at least not to any extent of finding an answer. The gold and cream girl with her viper’s tongue and hard glares did however provide a sort of amusement and satisfaction when he found himself bursting with unspent energy. Though she made a point to avoid him (or straight up run to that curly eared fool) when spring turned on them, still she remained in Paradise’s shadows. Perhaps like him, she found something oddly attenuating about their interactions.
The thought made him smile.
As if the very thought of her breathed her into existence, she appears in his path. But it was not just her alone. Vihar stood nearby, her pale green eyes bright and the smile on her face gentle. Why jealousy suddenly flared its ugly head in his mind he is not quite sure yet nonetheless he feels the beast tugging at his soul as he steps past the ferns and palm fronds in his path. Golden eyes gleam as he offers Vihar an impish grin. He had noticed his handsome son’s absence and truthfully his ego had taken quite a hit when he realized that the colt no longer resided in paradise. Where he had gone and why Vihar felt the need to send him away no doubt had something to do with the tense encounter with his father shortly after the boy’s birth. So far, Rougaru seemed to treat the mare of painted smoke with indifference but still even he was not ignorant to the hints of fury that showed whenever Vihar taunted the silver bay stallion. Perhaps she had been right in making the boy disappear. Though he tried, Annubis still felt himself lacking some of the more parental aspects of his personality like Akela or father seemed to possess. He never really knew what to say or how to even play with the boy and yet he tried his best. He cared, but it was more of a wound to his pride that really affected him the most about Hyperion’s disappearance.
Still, even in the hurt and anger, he could not deny the pull that drew him to the Tinuvel princess. Each night he found himself curled near to her, contented by the press of her warm back against his own in the humid chill of the jungle nights. Yet still he could not help but to taunt her as was their passion filled relationship demanded. A devious smirk tugs the corners of his ash dusted lips upward as he tilts his head towards Vihar. ”Careful Vihar… this one lays with dogs. I would hate for any fleas to jump off on you.” the gleam of his golden eyes is bright. The adrenaline in his veins pulsing at the promise of exhilarating tit-for-tat that was almost always sure to come. It was his nature anyway.
Sidling forward with a nonchalant roll of his shoulders, the silver buckskin stallion eyed the two mares suspiciously. ”Not plotting some insane upheaval of power now are you? The old wolf wouldn’t like that very much at all.” he adds with a dry chuckle. No, the old wolf would not like that at all. Rougaru had grown more and more suspicious as the months passed since whatever happened with Solomon. Though he did not entirely care to hear the story, he did at least know that somehow Faolain’s disappearance was tied tightly to the silver bay. How, well he did not even know that, but it had made him suspicious and even more cautious than normal. His added patrols of the borders (which Annubis liked to point out were never tampered with) were annoying, especially when he could spend his time toying with Hyacinth and Vihar. Though the former did her best to avoid him most days.
A malicious smile curves across his ash dusted lips as instinctively he brings his finely dished head up an inch or two, pride gleaming in his golden eyes as he shamelessly travels over her slender frame. Hyacinth. She was beautiful in her own way. Though she did not quite carry the same exotic curve to her facade as his ice princess, still, when the two stood so near, he could not help but to count himself a lucky stallion. Though they might not view him with nearly the same intrigue. Hyacinth, like Vihar, had a fire about her, an all consuming flame that drew him in like a moth and yet unlike the smoke and white mare of Tinuvel, She seemed determined to continue to rebuke him. Again and again, the gods saw fit to throw them into one another’s path and time after time, she continued to deny him. Normally he would merely brush it off, and yet with her, it was a firm kick to the stilts he had built his ego upon.
Casually he tilted his head, small ears perked forward amid the tangles of his mane, ”See you managed to get rid of all that extra baby fat you were carrying around Hyacinth.” he teases, his long black whipcord lashing audibly against the palm fronds at his feet. There was something so satisfying as being able to hit a nerve with her. She wore her reactions so obviously and well, truthfully, he loved it. He loved seeing the anger flash in her eyes and the firm set of her lips as they pressed together. It was coltish of him but well, what better way to strike up a conversation with her than to taunt her as she had done to him time and time again.
”Come for a rematch?” he asks, his multifaceted gaze lingering first on one mare and then another. He did not care which, but by the gods he was ready to take on the fiery jewels. Paradise had grown quite boring as of late and complacency did not sit well in his belly. To hell with patrolling when such a tempting scene lay before him. It was an offer he could not pass up.