Rougaru knew she lingered nearby when he let his challenge ring for Liland. He had waited with barely contained anger as the pale stallion made his approach. Rougaru let a scream of his own bugle past his lips as he charged into battle. He wanted her to see it, to see the fierceness in which he fought and the blood he was willing to spill. She had watched it, watched as he overcame Liland and once more stood victorious on the hillside. Fierce eyes watched as the pale stallion gathered his meager herd and made for the ocean waters. Where too, he did not care... his concern was the pretty lithe mare that mare her way towards him now.

Multifaceted eyes alight as she prances towards him with light steps, she arches her neck elegantly, long salt and pepper locks of her mane twisting and winding back and forth along the slope of her neck. She stops before him. He knew it was too much to ask for her to greet him with affectionate kisses and whispers of adoration, it was not her nature. Instead she charges towards him, her lithe frame loping a slow circle around him as her sleek neck snakes forward to place a hard nip upon his skin. He snorts, his own ears burying themselves beneath the hick mantle of caramel and cream locks. Nostrils flare as he inhales her sweet perfume, both relieved and excited to know that Liland had not touched her. She bucks her hind legs at him and he takes a step back, not ready so soon after battle to fall victim to her rock jagged hooves. She scolds him, her voice venomous as she flicks her tail back and forth against supple womanly hips. Hunger boiled beneath his skin as she steps closer. "I told you that I would come for you... I never said when." he says, his husky voice thick as she leans closer to him still. Are you ready for what you get for winning be back? he words echo through his mind and cause his heart to race.

It was not the first time he had taken her beneath him, each and every time he claimed her as his own he savored the feeling of her body encompassing him and reminding him what true power felt like. This time, it was different. This time, it was the season and this time, he knew it would be his foal that made her belly grow round. Excitement boils through his veins as he leans into her slight build, eager to take her beneath him again with more than just pleasure and dominance behind the motive. But she would not make it easy. She never did.

She squeals her defiance and spins away from him, her heels turning up sand and dirt in her wake. He smirks darkly as she calls to him, taunting him. Nostrils flare as he dugs hind limbs into the ground and charges after her with a bugle of triumph. Despite his injuries from the fight, the sight of her tempting frame and the sweet scent of estrus that wafts to him bring a sudden rush of adrenaline to his veins that all but makes him forget the injuries he received. Large saucer-like hooves dig deep into the soil as he races after her, his long strides eating away the distance that separates them. "You have to be quicker than that little viper." he says with a laugh as his blunt yellow teeth reach for her withers, tugging at the thick locks of her mane that whip along the curve there. Hunger gleams in his eyes now as he slows his gait a step or two, tugging backwards on her neck to slow her as well. Forelimbs clamber upon her back, trying to use the weight of his body to force her to stop. "I told you that you would be mine... Monster." he coos, his graveled tones hot and fetid against her skin. He knew her name now, and he would not let her forget it.