Common

Hunting. That was the best way to describe his actions today. Unlike the wolf who sought out the weakest member of the herd to become its victim, Rougaru sought the best. Multifaceted eyes of emerald had grazed over the pretty figures dotting the commons but none seemed to quite sate the hunger that growled deep within. Some were too thin, built for the race and summer heat but altogether too thin for his eyes. They might not survive a single winter and that was only a waste of his time. Others were proportionate to look at with thick winter coats that still managed to shimmer in the sunlight, however they were far too plain. Browns and tans, even a few painted girls pranced and grazed here and there but even they were flawed in his eyes. This one blinked far too often, that one had a slight curve to her nose, the one over there well, she did not even warrant mentioning.

However the pale girl stood out in the world around her. Though sadness hung around her like a heavy cloud, Rougaru did not miss the pretty arch of her neck or the way she moved through the dry grasses. Surrounded by the other mares, she seemed to move with an ethereal grace that none of the others could ever achieve. No doubt she might even give the proud Vanya a run for her money. That thought made the beast smile, solidifying his decision. Yes, a new pretty pretty face to hold over the Desert queen’s head.

She is observant, not nearly as relaxed as the other little birds fluttering here and there around them. Suspicion dances in her dark eyes as those lean muscles along her spine tense in preparation for flight that does not quite come. The wolf waits impatiently, almost begging her to flee so that he might give chase. She does not move. His graveled tones draw her lips together, those pretty little dark lips that warrant their own pull of lust. Not for the first time since spotting her, Rougaru wonders what it might be like to feel those velvet soft lips for himself. However this is a game she plays with him and he is far from willing to end it so soon. She shakes her head and murmurs softly… well, begins to murmur a soft spoken reply before they are so rudely interrupted.

Mahogany ears turn backwards in irritation and he presses his own dark lips together in a firm, frustrated line. Emerald eyes draw from the beauty before him as the familiar musk of lagoon mire fills his nostrils. ’Great… these guys again.’ the beast snarls and even Rougaru finds it hard to suppress a growl but he is not yet willing to give up on the pretty gray girl just yet.

Were the nosey stallion to let his gaze linger on Rougaru any longer than the second it did, he might have registered the silver haired stallion’s irritation and rancor. Lucky for “orphiel” as the pretty gray mare calls him, his focus seems trained on the girl and so Rougaru turns his attention once more to her, the mask of a genuine gentleman falling once more into place. ”Calfuray is it?” he purrs, his deep baritones tasting each syllable of her name in the same way his lips wanted to trace her skin. ”I suppose that is one way to draw it from you.” he continues, flashing her a warm smile and cocking his proud head. He steps sideways, testing his luck to draw himself closer to the gray mare. He did not dare risk appearing too overly obsessive, now that the Lagoon seems to have entered the picture. Though he knew that since the end of Cullen’s reign the stallions seemed to have for the most part disbanded. Still, they were like ants, where there was one, usually others were soon to follow and multiply until they overpowered any attempt on a herd stallion’s part to claim and control. Annoying really but the older stallion had grown used to it.

His dark brows knit together as he stretches his graying whiskered lips towards Calfuray, willing her to accept his touch. ”Are you sure?” he asks, his graveled tones husky as he blinked down into her auburn eyes, admiring the thick layer of lashes that veil those dark depths with each slow blink. ”I could help… if you want me too.” he murmurs, his own voice dropping in volume to hang between them like a secret shared with old friends.