Use caution when the Wolf comes aknockin; Posted on February 4, 2020 at 07:27:23 AM by Rougaru
Fire.
It was a threat to all creatures and held equal parts of rebirth and death. The scent of smoke is not one quickly dismissed. So far Rougaru was lucky. In the time since his reign began on Atlantis, the island had not faced the threat of fire. High levels of humidity and the prevalence of afternoon showers kept the paradise island thickly blanketed in lush green grasses and sheltered canopy trees. However that never stopped his concern. The fates could decide to turn at the slightest shifting breeze.
When first the acrid scent hit his nostrils, the great chocolate colored brute lifts his great head from where he grazed lazily upon green summer grasses. A single dial twitches as he lets a hard blast of air rush past his lips as great neck is given a shake, unsettling wind knotted cream colored locks. Depthless emerals eyes scan the horizon, flitting over treetops in search of the tell-tale signs of black smoke. But there is none.
Perhaps it was curiosity. Perhaps it was something else altogether. Whatever the reason, Rougaru finds his thick legs propelling him through the knee high grasses of the main island throughly determined to uncover the threat.
But there is none.
At least none that he can find. He is about to dismiss the scent as nothing more than a ghostly memory when the sounds of rasping breathes catch his keen senses. Multifaceted gaze flits over the landscape as once more the scent of smoke washes over him. Smoke and burned flesh. Concern flashes through his gaze as cautiously he follows the trail down to the beachscape. There. Not one but two. Ears swivel backwards as gaze travels over the ragged gray stallion and the mouse colored mare stretched out not far beyond him. It is clear to him that both were exhausted, bits of burned flesh and angry exposed skin scream of a battle faced not long ago.
Nimbly he paces through the malleable sands, is proud head shifting first to the stallion and then the mare before he clears his throat, "I hope you left the fires far behind you. Though I cannot say the odor has left you yet." He murmurs blinking thoughtfully before continuing. "Though I would suggest a nice patch of grass over sand. Tends to be harder to remove" he grunts. Replies: