Meadow

Rougaru was determined that he would have her and was determined to keep her close. There were other mares, ones that teased his senses, that brought the testosterone raging to the surface... but there was none like his pretty little painted viper. Monster. That was the name that Liland and Vasilissa called her, the name that rang through his mind with her whispered venomous tones. A name had never been more fitting. And yet he could not draw her away from his mind. Morning and night he found himself prowling with insatable hunger along the borders between Paradise and the Ridge, emerald eyes stare through the gloom at the cream stallion's herd but his eyes only sought one form. Hers.

His words are met by her venomous tones. Was that doubt that glittered in her eyes now? Surely she saw the effort he put into making himself worthy of her offspring, worthy of her bending beneath his will. Multifaceted eyes glitter as she tosses her head, drawing her alabaster locks from his reach. He snorts harshly, twin sonars lace tightly against his skullcap, burying beneath the thick vein of caramel and cream colored locks. Teeth gnash together behind the firm press of his lips as the large stallion leans close to her once more, his hot breath heavy against her silken skin. "Deny it as you will, but it will be my child that makes your belly grow round. OUR perfect foal that will become my heir and you at my side." he murmurs, his words quiet. He did not want to admit his need for her, but he nor the wolf could deny the way she lingered always upon his mind. Visiting Warsaw... seeing his comrade's relationship with the smokey black mare he claimed as his queen... well it left him pondering thoughts himself. He had believed that by refusing to name a queen he would be keeping her safe, but there were eyes everywhere and Liland had taken full advantage of that. He had lost her, regardless of position as long as his cold heart yearned for her, she would be at risk.

Her sweet perfume calls to the more primal nature now, hungrily calling out for the briefest of touches that he knew he could not stop with. She was his kryptonite. "Dont get too comfortable in the Ridge..." he adds with a snort, forcing himself to take a single step backwards, green eyes gleaming as he lets them roam over her two toned skin, studying each curve and contour, searching for any bite, any mar that was not put there by himself... daring Liland to lay a mark upon what belonged to him. "Your time there is drawing to a close. "