Use caution when the Wolf comes aknockin; Posted on January 16, 2020 at 02:43:42 PM by Rougaru
Depthless emerald green eyes flash as Celestria raises her muzzle to meet his eyes. Defiance glitters there, determination but also something else... Something he is not familiar with. Jealousy? Always she was there... Lingering on the fringes, never quite apart and yet always there. He had been furious when he learned that Shamwari had taken her, even more furious when he had learned she was pregnant. She had been a gift from Warsaw. A living embodiment of their allegience an it was with the birth of Solaris that had first solidified that union. She had never been his meek lamb, been one of the first to raise a venomous voice and hound him when need be. But to cause an upstart... That was new. Not backing down... Well that was even more surprising. He stiffens at her hard gaze, lustful hunger lingering like a wolf in the shadows. "You know that answer Celestria" he growls, his graveled tones deep with tension.
She turns her attention to Noctis now and Rougaru raises a brow. Despite the pale mare's threat the boy did not back down... Instead he threw Vasilisa's name forward. Small ears bury beneath the thick mantle of his cream and caramel colored locks. Emerald eyes glitter in anger as he juts his muzzle forward, stepping between the two with firm placement of his hooves. Hard gaze shifts to Celestria as he snorts heavily "Do not threaten one of my foals Celestria. There will be none of my blood removed but of my own decision!" He growls.
For a moment he keeps his gaze on her, head held high in dominance and determination. He did not want to fight her, did not dare think of the possibilities of harming his child she now carried but he could not see his empire fall all because of a single mare's tantrum. His fierce gaze turns to Noctis.
For the first time there is fury in his eyes as he gazes upon his thoughtful son. Ashen lips peel back from yellowed teeth as he snarls. "Do not expect your mother to fight a battle you start!" He growls. Vasilisa had coddled the boy, prancing around Paradise as though it were she who ruled this kingdom instead of Rougaru. For so long he had let it slide, simply put her actions off as a jaded mares jealousy but no. He would not let her turn his son into a dependant leech.
Proudly the stallion raises his chocolate colored head, his voice losing the venom in which he had first spoken with. "You come from proud blood. You are my son and I expect you to act like it. There is strength in reserve judgement... But never will it be viewed as strong if you expect your mother to fight your battles. She is gone. She wont be back." He murmurs, his tones calm as he blinked down at the silver black colt. No. Not colt.... He was a yearling now. A young stallion in the making... Replies: There have been no replies.