Desert
Leaders: Nyimara, Asmodeus, Quinn
Stallions: None
Mares: Kara, Kohelet, Rhaynira, Syrax
Foals: Cahyr
Posted on September 2, 2022 at 01:44:54 AM by Rougaru
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In the days since his starlight mare disappeared, Rougaru finds the desert quiet. The ghosts of his past silence themselves beneath the wide expanse of celestial bodies above. Though he often found himself missing those that he had left behind in Paradise, still Rougaru could not bring himself to return to Atlantis and the ghosts of Monster and Zjeena that haunt him there. For the first time in a very long time, he and the wolf find themselves at peace beneath the stars. Shucking the weight of leadership had been hard and though he originally returned with no intentions of ever leading another herd, Titania left him no choice when she once more abandoned the islands for gods only know what. So far, he had chased her from sea to forest to jungle and back again. Why, he did not know other than she was merely a conquest he could not manage to take. Often he thought of her and the whispered promises she made him and cursed her for them in silver blue light of the midnight moon. By morning, the curses were forgotten and once more he feels himself longing to touch her skin again or feel the caress of her blunt teeth as they tore at his flesh. However, as yet another dark night brightens with the first purple hues of morning, he forces himself to tuck her away again into the recesses of his mind. Titania was gone, but at least she would have Zjeena and Monster for company there. This day however, brings with it a new scent and one that he is familiar with. Small dark ears lift amid the tangled threads of his wind-blown mane. Paper thin nostrils flare as the mahogany stallion inhales the dry arid desert zephyrs and the scents they bring him. Nasa. Pale lashes blink away the grit from him emerald eyes as he turns his large head to watch the obsidian beauty as she made her way with knowing ease over the short grasses. Her flavorful words draws a smirk to his graying muzzle as the stallion snorts sharply, his multifaceted eyes glittering. ”Nasa… the seas spit you out once more.” he purrs, flicking his cream and caramel tail slowly against his heels. She had come into his life like a whirlwind, there one moment and gone the next. She was young even then but still the wolf could not fight back the urge to growl its disdain for the continued abandonment at her wandering ways. ’No’ he reminded himself. The desert was meant to be his fresh start, his resting place and where his journey would one day end. Though Solomon still lingered in the back of his mind, he had left his ghosts in Paradise. Still, he would not be the old wolf if he did not get at least one good jib in. ”How’s our daughter?” he asks, chuckling at his own attempt at dark humor before giving his proud head a shake, his muscular neck arching in invitation to join him beneath the shade of the tall palms. 
silver bay | stallion | 15yrs | 16.3 hh | mutt |
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