Vaaco
- Loyal, you all shall be. Until your last dying breath -
Within the shadows of the jungle, the sooty stallion lurks. He has traversed every inch of Paradise, he has covered the borders with his strong musk. Insuring that anyone who crosses into his land would know that it was his. His swivels his massive head, as a movement along the beach catches his attention. A blue mare trots through the sands, her strides were thrown with deliberate determination. A smirk touches his sooty lips, a brave one she is.
He has not seen a single dweller from the old herd, so he suspects that she is either new or had left shortly after the last stallion. He flicks an ear in the direction of the other mares, who graze within a clearing not far from where he lingers. As the mare trots past his position, he pushes from the palm tree he was resting against and sets out after her. His hooves touch the sand of the beach, spraying it out behind him as he trots after her. As he nears her, he positions himself closes to the ocean, cutting off her escape if she tries to break for the surf.
"You look lost, darling." The words roll off of his tongue, but hint of sarcasm as he calls her darling. A smirk plays at his lips, he would enjoy the game that would soon ensue. She would probably resist him, and he would enjoy it. The paradise scent is old upon her hide, so is that of the other stallion who had been here before. She must of been his. His loss.