Use caution when the Wolf comes aknockin; Posted on February 4, 2020 at 05:12:38 AM by Rougaru
The wolf is impatient.
The stallion wanted to make the swim ashore with Warsaw and Cullen. The stallion wanted to charge up the sandy shores with vengeance and death in his eyes.... But the wolf will not let him.
Call it intuition or simple desire to preserve one's own health an wellbeing. Whatever the reason the beast took control of the chocolate stallion's body now. With precise and silent movements he comes ashore just to the north of where Warsaw and Cullen were making their initial attack. Dark ears swivel amid waterlogged cream locks as like a silent wraith he pulls himself from the shallows and skunks into the cover of the forest. Yellow eyes glitter behind green as Rougaru clamps his jaws tight. Blood. The metallic tang was a tantalizing memory to the beast and it is Rougaru now who jerks the chains to rein in the creature. Not yet.
His time in the jungle had taught him how to navigate the winding, twisting trails with little to no noise. He had learned to let the wolf lead, it's sharp senses clearer in the dense forest than his own.
The fighting is still in the beginning stages. It appeared as though Warsaw and Cullen had managed to take the Luthien herd off guard for the most part. A single dial twitches against the hard screams and battle cries that tore through the lands. He could hear it now. The blunt scrape of hooves upon flesh, the snapping sound of blunt fangs as the sought purchase, the thump of muscled bodies as they collided into one another. It made the wolf smile.
Nostrils quiver as he sifts through the various scents, searching.... There. Warsaw. He knew without a doubt that the stallion would be after the Luthien queen. Emerald eyes glitter as sights fall upon the gray stallion and mare bathed in the pale silver blue glow of the moonlight. A wide smirk plays upon his whiskered lips as he takes a moment to observe the power that eminated from the two monarchs.
That is, until a third form appears. A silent snarl rumbles from his lungs as the two toned mare launches her own attack, aiming her body opposite of Warsaw. Now if there was one thing Rougaru could not stand... It was an unfair fight.
No words leave his lips, a waste of breath. Instead he charges forward aiming to collide the strong massive bulk of his frame straight into the vulnerable, unprotected ribs and belly of the painted mare. Ears lace tight against skullcap as thickly muscled neck stretches forward to allow blunt fangs to snap at Evren's flesh. The wolf feels the blood, smells the metallic tang upon the winds and it surges to the surface, uncaged by the brutality of the battle at hand. Teeth snap, aiming for the point on her withers where he might control her body with a clamp to her nervous cord bundle placed so near the surface. If he could catch her there... She would be his and Paradise's newest captive. Replies: