Meadow

Despite his determination to keep himself occupied, to focus more on his goal of maintaining a strong herd and front for the island of Atlantis, still, from time to time, he found himself thinking of her. He tried his best to not think of her, to let his attention wrap around his two colts but still, everything seemed to remind him of her. Beowulf and Noctis, looked nothing like her of course, but still, seeing them, it made him wonder what their foals would look like, how strong and proud they would be. Would they resemble her pretty painted coat or would they hold his darker colored skin tone. He thought of her eyes, of the fire that burned behind their dark brown hue. The feel of her blunt teeth against his skin and the softness of her skin as it brushed against his own. Time and time again he found himself pondering what he should do. She had grown around him, her fierce spirit woven tightly around his own heart of stone until her felt her absence as clearly as though a part of him was gone. He wanted to take up Liland's offer if nothing more than to return his missing piece. He knew that Zjeena would not mind returning to Liland and that Liland would be all to eager to have his mare back... but still, his pride kept him still.

Twin ears flicker backwards atop his skullcap as Rougaru lets a single hoof kick out at an upturned pebble in his path. He wanted to, but he knew he could not. Not only would it show Liland that he was correct in thinking the painted mare was his weakness, but he was sure that the little stallion would be more than eager to share the news with his allies. The last thing he needed was Shamwari or others thinking that they could put a leash on him by taking the painted woman hostage. The wolf bristles at the thought and Rougaru gives his skin a quick shake to rid the thoughts from his mind.

As if the thoughts of her were not enough, now he could not get her scent from his senses. Paper thin nostrils flare as the stallion inhales deeply the scents wafting to him on the breeze. For a moment he is suspicious that perhaps it is his mind playing tricks on him, but he cannot help but to stop. Multifaceted green eyes scan the open meadow until keen sights fall upon the familiar form of his painted dove.

For a moment he could not help himself, there is a warmth that burns in his soul as he watches her kick up her powerful hooves. Her proud neck arches as her sweet lyrical tones bugle a challenge to any and all around her. A true queen.

A playful smirk slid across his whiskered lips. A single dial fickers as he responds with his own bugle, thick saucer like hooves prouding the soil as he trots towards her, head raised high in pride. "well well, look who took advantage of some freedom." he murmurs, pleasure gleaming in his eyes as he let his gaze roam over every supple curve and contour of her sleek frame. He was relieved to see that she sported no new scars of bites aside from the few they had shared in their times together, and as far as he could tell Liland had not harmed her. Good.

He knew he could not send her home to Paradise, not yet. The laws of the land forbade such transgression but well, they said nothing about enjoying a romp or two on the main island. Whiskered lips peel back a cheshire grin as he reaches out to her, bright eyes glittering in the sunlight. "For once its good to see that some things never change." he remarks, for a moment there is a softness in his eyes as he gazes into her multicolored eyes... a softness short lived for that softness is quick to disappear behind the veil of indifference once more.