AS the seasons begin to change, Rougaru could not help but to feel a renewed sense of nervousness begin to creep over him. His painted viper. The wolf flashed its teeth at him, its disdain clear and yet still even it wanted her back. He wasted no time, especially when he caught drift that the cream colored stallion had plans of moving his herd soon, he would not allow him to leave with his mare... not again.

The battle had been long and hard but in the end, Rougaru's determination paid off and he returned home to Atlantis the victor. Gingerly he limped down the winding path that seperated the Ridge from Paradise, ready to collect his prize. His viper. He knew her name now, a slip up on the part of a few parties but he would not tell her that. Monster. It fit her perfectly. The beast and the monster. What better love story? That is if ever there was one who believed in such a thing.

No love, it was not possible. But lust? now that was such a thing he understood and how his body had ached to feel her beneath him again. Saliva builds upon his tongue as multifaceted eyes gaze over the lands searching for the lithe form of the painted mare... he had waited long enough. Now it was time to collect his prize.