Use caution when the Wolf comes aknockin; Posted on February 2, 2020 at 09:14:19 PM by Rougaru
Rougaru kept careful watch over each of his precious gems as one by one they began to give birth to his offspring. First had been Celestria .. Then Vasilisa but he would not think of her. Not now. She still left a vile taste his mouth with her demands. She would learn soon enough. Then Monster had sought solitude, bringing to life a beautiful little filly that so resembled her mother. No doubt in the future he would be in for it if Monster's spirited nature passed on to their daughter. Only time would tell with the inquisitive filly. That left only two remaining. Zjeena and Calypso.
Rougaru felt fairly certain that Zjeena still had awhile before she would bear her foal but his precious pearl.. He knew she would be close.
Nostrils quiver as if by command the ocean breeze brought with it the fresh scent of blood. Though he had done his fair share of disposing of the coyote and fox that had taken up in small dens throughout the jungle island still he finds himself wary.
Through the mask of blood he uncovers her scent. Calypso. Chocolate skin tenses as muscles put into action, navigating his large frame through the thick vine-laced pathways of his Hartland. Depthless multifaceted eyes cast cautious glances through the shadows, searching out any potential threat to the new mother. He can hear her now, her breath labored and strained as the tolls of birth take effect. "Calypso...." Softly her name rumbles from his lungs as the stallion paces just beyond her line of vision but close enough to rise to her side should she call out.
Time seems to slow to a crawl, moments taking hours and still she does not call his name. Curiosity and worry color his vision now as the muffled sounds of mother and foal draw him closer.
The scene before him is serene. Beautiful even in the eyes of the beast. Mother and daughter nestled close, their eyes locked upon one another as though there was nothing else in this world. A broad smile tugs his whiskered lips upwards into a smile, gazing with wide eyed adoration at the white faced girl nestled against Calypso's pale frame. "She is beautiful..." He whispers moving with slow and ginger steps to stand at the blue eyed pearl's side. Thick cranium is lowered, wuffing a warm breath against Calypso's pale skin, bumping his muzzle softly against her cheek. "What shall we call her my dear?" Replies: