Why he tried so hard to keep her was beyond him. His little painted dove had a way of become quite a pain in his ass, regardless of the fact that she was his first little trinket. There was a voice, a tiny, miniscule voice, that told him he should have left her, should have let Shamwari have her, let him face the trouble of keeping tabs on her and wasting his days chasing her across the islands... but that voice was quickly drowned out by the wolf's threatening growl and his own determination. Despite her ability to get under his skin, she was able to do it in just the right way.

He had been determined in his battle against Shamwari, determined that no other would touch her except himself. It irked his nerved to a degree that he had not taken her beneath him again, especially now that breeding season was in full swing and the scents of estrus clung heavily to her skin and oh how it made her smell heavenly. Of all his little trinkets it was she that he longed for and the conquest he felt was truly euphoric. But she had evaded him, and with his other mares and the nonsense with Shamwari he had been a bit too occupied to chase her down. Clearly that had been a mistake as well.

She had taken off towards the main islands without even a second glance and well, the rest was to fresh to be called history.

Strong legs lash out angrily against the strong ocean currents as Rougaru chases after her, determined not to let his little dove out of his sight again. Piecing multifaceted eyes gleam hard against the bright afternoon sun as he watches her drag herself from the surf and shake the water from her skin. Hunger flashed in his eyes as paper thin nostrils inhale her sweet scent and silently curse her namelessness. Now he had begun to grow used to her sweet little pet name for him, but the fact that the damned little blue colt on the mainlands knew her name and yet she still denied it to him just as she denied him a foal... well now it was getting a little hard not to get offended. The beast within him released a guttural growl, its own yellow eyes glittering fiercely as jowls salivated behind his own. The feral creature could not understand the stallion's resistance or the laid back manner in which he controlled this mare. It was as if in a way Rougaru felt a bit of guilt for claiming her with such hard manners and subconsciously was giving her a sense of freedom. No more.

Jade eyes glitter as the dark coffee colored stallion does not bother to shake the water from his coat, instead he charges towards her peacefully grazing form with all the gusto and rage that the sight of her alone with that stallion could muster. Ears lace tightly against his skullcap as the stallion drops his head, proud neck snaking forward to allow blunt yellowed fangs to place a hard nip on the bright white of her shoulder. In that moment all lustful desire and memories of pleasure fall free of his vision forgotten by the wolf in its hunger for blood. "You dare!" he snaps, forelimbs lashing out at her again, determined to connect with her legs. He does not use the full force of his body, but he is determined in one way or another that he would lame her, he would keep her here, keep her close. Like some prized bird he would clip her wings and watch as she attempted to fly.

He moves against her again, knowing full well that she would be full of raging screams and her own hard kicks but he does not care. With her it is different and that venom just does nothing but seal the attraction and devotion he felt to her. Emerald eyes soften for a mere moment, a cloud of affection awash over them before vanishing again. He presses the point of his broad shoulder against her damp side, ashen labrums reach forward to grasp hungrily at her mane, his voice gravelled with raw desire. "Do not force my hand little dove unless you are prepared for the consequences. You are mine and I will make sure that it stays that way." he says with a grunt, nostrils flaring as the hunger to take her beneath him once more flares its head. He would have her.... or he would die trying.