Irritation boiled beneath his skin as multifaceted eyes of emerald hues glitter in the dappled sunlight that flooded the forest floor. Twin sonars flex backwards atop his skullcap as the coffee colored hessian lifts his large head high. He would have liked to see her bend her head to him, victim of his domination over and over again and yet still she remains defiant. She claims her decision to allow others to mount her was a reprocussion for his words season ago. If ever there was a mare who was petty in his eyes, it was she. Nostrils flare as a loud snort escapes his lungs. He strikes a forelimb out towards her, not intent upon landing a blow, but a warning nonetheless. She tread on delicate ground. "You should fear my wrath Vasilisa, I can make your life miserable. Child or not." he growls, the beast bristling beneath his skin. "You still have not learned.... you will never make demands in which I am meant to follow. I am your lead and you, my captive." he adds, a hint of amusement lingering upon his words. "If you are not careful, I might just send you as a gift to the stallions of the Lagoon... let them do with you as they wish... you would find no peace there rest assured." he finishes turning his gaze to the small herd gathered nearby. He can make out the pale sand colored skin of Calypso, grazing peaceably next to Zjeena. For a moment he considered leaving Vasilisa where she stood, leaving his words to haunt her mind, but she speaks again. She lashes her tail irritably. He smirks a devious smile upon his lips, "Assume all you wish little dove, you will see, soon her barrel will grow just as round and wide as yours." he remarks, flicking his own tail irritably. Muscles along his shoulder flex, as the stallion rolls his skin in the closest form of a shrug that a horse could manage. "She did not care to share a herd with her mother, and I cannot seem to deny her that. A poor mother you must have been." he remarks turning to let his searching gaze fall upon the dark form of Noctis. "At least he seems to be growing into a fine colt. No doubt my seed had input upon that." he continues, speaking more to himself now than to her. It was true Noctis and Beowulf both were growing into fine strapping colts full of energy and bravado. Though half brothers, the two could not have been more different. Noctis was reserved, quiet and questioning where Beowulf was headstrong, independant and quick to act. Two sides to the same coin. It would be soon that he would need to decide their fate. Sure it would be an option to send them to join the Bachelor stallions in the Lagoon for a year or so, but then there was the Bay and other alliances that would also prove to be healthy enrichment for the boys. Perhaps he would have them visit each... learn the islands and the diplomacy is way.

Vasilisa speaks again and once more Rougaru finds his gaze drawn to her. "I suppose it does not matter, but I would have imagined that a long lost daughter might be something that would have crossed your tongue a time or two." he says giving his thickly muscled neck a shake, she snakes her head forward to nip at him and the stallion screams his rage and lunges forward, shoving the weight of his large frame into her own, forcing her to step backwards or risk falling on her rump. Yellow stained teeth bare at her, dark eyes glittering fiercely. "Keep it up Vasilisa, you will not like the end results."