Zjeena can see it now. Their herd can be a strong one, positioned in the bay, in alliance with Rougaru and Warsaw. The island of Tinuvel, and the Island of Atlantis could work together, trade freely amongst themselves, and protect each other from outside threats. The inhabitants of these islands are a formidable variety. Rougaru has become a respected name, and Warsaw is known as one of the most accomplished warriors on the island. Zjeena would much rather see them as allies than enemies. If the bay were hers, this is how things would be.
But there is one obstacle standing in her way: Liland.
Liland is a dear stallion. She has been devoted to him, and called wherever he is home for so long, so in this time she's gotten to know him well. He is a feisty one, with a temper as short as his legs. He takes every challenge to heart and holds onto his grudges with an iron fist. Convincing him to let bygones be bygones and come to a peaceful agreement between Warsaw and Rougaru will be difficult at best. When Zjeena first arrived in Paradise, she thought she had her work cut out for her, building relationships here, but now, as she prepares to leave, she's realized the hardest part is yet to come.
Not only will Zjeena have matters to settle with Liland, but matters to settle within her own heart.
Zjeena's pulse races. Her heart pounds an escalating rhythm in her chest. Her breath catches in her throat, and suddenly, she is weak in the knees. Rougaru's warm breath against her neck stands each hair on end, and jolts the senses awake. Every touch, every breath, the desire in his eyes, they overwhelm her. In this moment, there is nothing else. There is no one else. Nothing is forbidden and everything feels right.
Zjeena nods in silent agreement, unable to form the words. Waves of emotions rock her stoic resolve. The thought of never seeing Rougaru again is painful to think upon. Yes. he's right. What better way is there to ensure a lasing connection than through body and blood?
Silence hangs in the air between them, as their eyes meet. Zjeena's dark gaze holds his own for a moment, not searching, but perhaps confessing a truth she refuses to tell even to herself. Relations thus far have remained platonic between them, but the winds are shifting. There is a fire behind her eyes, a passion ignited that wasn't there before.
Zjeena takes a step forward, answering Rougaru with a touch. The softest caress upon his cheek speaks louder than words ever could. Another step, and her lips trace a sensual path behind his hear and down his neck. She breathes deep his musky scent, free falling. She offers her flesh to the hungry jaws of the wolf.