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Posted on November 27, 2022 at 10:20:53 AM by Rougaru
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So far, the chocolate stallion had left the recruiting of new members to Vanya. He had hoped that it might sate whatever lingering remnants of anger she might still hold against him and yet the last vicious assault that had fallen from her lips had been in regards to his lack of progress in revitalizing the numbers of their pack. Clearly she was determined to never be satisfied, even as he had lain the crown and authority at her feet. She was simply one of those. However she did have a point and as begrudging as he was to admit it, Rougaru found himself lumbering up the beach like a sodden dog seeking shelter from the rain. The large stallion pauses just beyond the reach of the ocean to give his muscular figure a thorough shake to rid himself of what excess salt water he could manage. Later, he would find a nice patch of dirt to roll in, maybe even leave a layer of leaf litter in his mane to infuriate Vanya and give her more reason to bicker. ’Not like it would be anything new.’ the voice of the beast huffs and Rougaru cannot help but to smile. No. It would not be anything new, but it would be fun to control the amount of steam coming from her ears for once. A fun game to pass the time. He chuckles to himself as his depthless emerald green gaze sweeps over the beach. There were a few stragglers lingering beyond the reach of the ocean, one or two even splashing their way from the shallows but none that ultimately catch his eye and scream that she might fit the perfect role he had in mind. With a final quick shake, Rougaru wanders towards one of the many well worn pathways that lead away from the sandy dunes and towards the grasslands beyond. Fluted dials twist this way and that as he lets his gaze drift over one creature after the other as the conversation in his head continues on. ’If only a nice male would come along to help me.’ the words are akin to the reaction he had when his sire dropped out of the blue onto his doorstep. Ripe for the picking and practically begging for it. The wolf itself flashes a toothy grin as together they turn to gaze upon the lone figure standing at the center of the meadow. She was pale in color, her golden and white markings reminding him greatly of the deceased Celestria and even a bit of Sanibel. Though both the mares had been far more delicate in appearance, still Rougaru feels the familiar ache of loss for the feisty, painted mares. One who found terror in his presence and the other rose to meet him with fierce determination. ’Wonder which one she will be.’ the wolf whispers as the muscular stallion shifts the course of his direction and heads towards the pretty girl. ”Oh I am sure I can help you with that.” he draws, a suave smile curving across his whiskered lips as he comes to a halt in front of her. ”But I guess it ultimately depends on your idea of nice.” he purrs, extending his muzzle towards her in invitation. 
silver bay | stallion | 15yrs | 16.3 hh | mutt |
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