Use caution when the Wolf comes aknockin; Posted on January 16, 2020 at 01:13:55 PM by Rougaru
Rougaru cannot pull his gaze away from her face. The trail left behind from tears clear like the fine trails created by his own hoof prints upon the jungle trails. There is a part of him, a part that is buried deep down beneath the mask of indifference and hardened exterior that feels each tear streaked trail as though it were left upon his own dark colored cheeks. There is a part of him that wants nothing more than to see those stains erased and forever removed. Deep down, that part of him knows that the tears that streak her cheeks are caused by him. Damn Shamwari.
She did not have to speak his name. Somehow the wolf knows that the buried secrets he had wanted to keep hidden were coming to light and it was a light that he had not wanted seen. At least not by his precious ocean pearl. Damn Shamwari. the words come as a growl from the beast’s black lips but Rougaru keeps them silent, forcing the mask of indifference to remain solidly in place.
She takes notice of his presence now, his graveled tones breaking through the barrier that sadness had created. Where once she would soften to the sounds of his voice, there is nothing but tension. Where once her eyes would have met his with adoration and affection, there is hardness and ice. Damn Shamwari. She turns to meet his gaze, her own hard as ice as she tenses at his approach. That small part of him almost felt a sense of sadness, longing for the days where once she would have curled her sleek cream colored frame against his own. Those days were gone. At least for now.
A single ear swivels backwards at the sound of her voice, at the even tones in which she spoke that belayed no hint of emotion despite the volumes that spoke behind her gaze. She wanted to know about Sanibel. Sanibel. He had not heard that name in quite some time. Not since Celestria sent her fleeing to the surf a battered mess. Sanibel. Beowulf’s rightful mother. He had never needed to proclaim to the others of his son’s conception, it had been a known fact for Sanibel was quick to make the world know of her fear of him. The wolf told him he only did what was in his rights, the words whispered with such resolve and resolution that he felt them true… but then there was that side of him that Calypso had opened up… the side of him that wanted to make things better.
No.
His proud head is given a shake, silencing the myriad of voices that tried to crowd for control of his voice. No.
Emerald eyes fall upon her gaze of pale azure. She wants an answer. In this moment he hears Monster’s voice, he hears the soft purr of Celestria’s tones and the calm reasoning of Zjeena’s words. It was his right. True perhaps now he would not have taken that road with the pale mare. He had built his empire… but he could not deny that she did had played her part in reminding Shamwari of just what an enemy he was. He was the wolf who lurked in the shadows, a predator and demanding of respect. Shamwari would pay. Immediately his thoughts go back to the pale mare of silver white with long dark locks. What had her name been? Lark? Hark? Something. Clearly she held some sway over the red stallion for he had been all too eager to exchange for her. Perhaps he should have pondered upon it longer. Too late now though.
Calypso speaks again, this time he diverts his gaze. Teeth clench together behind closed lips as he mulled over her words. Did she expect a thank you? Did she want him to apologize? Was he supposed to bend to her will now? No. Vasilisa learned how well that worked with him. However, unlike Vasilisa, he was not ready to let Calypso go. There was something about his precious pearl that drew him to keep her close. Her eyes are upon his now, expectantly and Rougaru knows that she expects a response from him. Muscles along his shoulders roll beneath the sleek dark skin of his chocolate colored hide. Twin harks lift amid the tangle of cream and caramel colored mane as emerald eyes transfix upon hers. ”There are things that I have done that perhaps I should not have. However I will not apologize. I cannot. It will make no difference. Can you tame the winds or change them to suite your wishes?” he asks, his words even and emotionless as those multifaceted eyes search hers. A heavy sigh left his lips, the weight of his words hanging heavily between them. If he could keep her nestled safely and innocent to the world and his own wrong doings he would. As pure an innocent as she was, it was not fair. It to her or to himself to try and uphold that standard. But oh how that small part of him wanted to. The wolf would not see it. ”I never meant to hurt or betray you. I would see your safety as I have done from the moment you agreed to join me. I did not force you to carry my offspring. Nor did I color my words to fool you. It is your choice to take me as I am.” he murmurs, his words near silent against the whistling winds of the ocean zephyrs that swept around them now. ”I would not betray you. I have not. “ But he was the wolf in the jungle. The eyes of yellow light hidden beneath the shadows. A creature to be respected and left wild… never would be become a tamed pet to bend to the will of another. Regardless of how precious the jewel.