The fog rolls thick over the dense, jungle island this morning. Paper thin nostrils flare as Rougaru let a silent exhale of breathe escape his lungs, giving new life to the twisting and winding of white mists as they rolled and twirled their ways through the territory he claimed. This morning, as most here of late, the dark coffee colored stallion finds himself drifting through the mists as ever vigilantly he continues his border patrols. Though for the most part, Shamwari had seemed.... quiet for lack of better terms, but that did not lure the wolfish brute into believing that his enemy slumbered. Father had taught him better than to be that foolish. Not to mention his little painted viper seemed to make a habit of leaving in search of adventure. Deep down he thought she left simply to make him chase after her in some sadistic game of cat and mouse, he did not complain of course but well it did leave his nerves on end with worry. He was not willing to give her up.

The best part of this morning, for him, is the quiet - even with the constant lap of the waves, the fog acted like a wall, deadening sounds of life on and off the island. Atlantis feels like a womb, a birthing-place so enclosed and suffocating that some might find it unnerving. Not Rougaru. Brilliant multifaceted green eyes scan the shores that the fog allowed him to see, searching for nothing in particular but something all the same. Winter here on the island of atlantis was much more mild than other parts of the island chain, while mornings like this did hold a sense of chill to them, it was not enough to sink through the thick layer of his heavy winter coat. Though as peaceful and silent as this morning was, it did not hide for long the sounds of hoof fall.


The sound of sucking, pulling mud pulls him from these dreams, and he swings his head around slowly, peering through the fog with searching eyes. He hears her breathing before he can make out her shape and an ear twitches at the sound and what it meant. Were it another stallion, perhaps his approach would have been far different, but his scent markers are secure and he does not believe that even Shamwari would risk leaving his herd unattended so early in the morning. Despite her nearness, the russet colored stallion does not yet make a move towards her and instead watches as she materializes from the mists, her dark bay form becoming more clear and visible the closer she comes. He watches her body language with critical eyes, noting the wary glaze and the tension of muscles beneath her skin. A smug expression ghosts across his whiskered lips for a moment, she had not missed his scent here, of that he was sure.

Not one to beat around the bush for long, Rougaru starts towards her, fluid gait languid and slow, his own muscles relaxed and fearless as proudly the large stallion lets a loud snort slip from his lips to alert her of his approach. She was a pretty creature, not particularly eye catching in her color or exotic in build, but he was not one to be picky when it came to adding to his herd. She smelled of the main island, of a portion he had not bothered to venture to clearly but it did not matter where one came... simply that she was here nonetheless.

He stops directly in her path now, not to close so as to immediately drive her back into the waves that lapped at the shore, but close enough to show that he was the guardian here. Twin harks stand at attention amid the wind swept tangle of his cream and caramel locks as for a moment longer he remains silent, watchful and expectant.