The Lost Islands
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What trouble could she get into, now? It had been fun playing around the meadows and showing off for other stallions, but the lizard king had come and ruined all her fun so after some choice words in his direction, she'd turned her back on him and swam back to the island she was coming to know as her home. She'd never let him know that she was secretly flattered that he'd thought to come defend her honor. She felt perfectly capable of doing it herself, but none the less, the dominant side of him was his best side and she'd just gotten to see it fully on display. Sexy, if she said so, herself. The way he growled and lashed out at the other stallion, proclaiming her to be his. Her body was still tingling with wanting, but she would deny it as she'd been doing since she got here.

As she walked up on the shore of the herd lands, she shook the excess water from her coat and wandered over to a patch of grass to graze on. Surely, Rougaru would know she would never thank him out loud for fighting the other stallion. It had almost come to a surprise to her that another stallion would come up and challenge for her. Was it just a matter of numbers or pissing contest for the stallions on who could take the most mares from the others? She had no desire to be in such a contest or serve as some sort of prize and yet a part of her had soared to see Rougaru fight so heartily to keep her. In the end, he'd been proclaimed the victor and silently she was cheering for such a victory even as she put more distance between them before he got other ideas about his victory prize.

She'd seen the other mares from a distance that he'd claimed as his own. Different ages, colors, personalities. He really was building a variety of a herd, but she couldn't blame him. It's what stallions did. They claimed mares and spread their seed. As the fall wore on, she watched as a couple of the mares grew rounder. She knew the signs of pregnancy and she wondered if they would look like Rougaru with his silky hair and golden coat. She knew she must be frustrating him to keep him at bay when her body was basically sending out a bugle call to be bred. Still, she denied him and sought distance any time she saw a look in his eyes. She would never admit that she was still sore from when he'd taken her by force when he claimed her. Plus, she was still uncertain of what kind of mother she would be.

She wanted to make her mother proud but it would go against her devil may care reputation to show as much. She wanted to be sure when it came to having a foal of her own and though a part of her ached to share that bond with Rougaru as the other mares now did, she felt he had other steps to take, first. He still didn't even know her name. Sure, she could offer it, but what was the point in that? He was proving himself the strong stallion she had felt assured he was when they first met but it was his attention she craved more than anything. Would she have to go out again to get it?

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