Meadow

Despite the mixed bloodlines that traced through his veins, there was no denying that he was very much his father's son. His crania, with its relatively straight profile and sound proportion, well set audits, large quivering nostrils, powerful jaw, and expressive green eyes was quite handsome as it was held proudly by his long, arched, strong nape dressed with long, thick, and luscious whipcords of rich creamy caramel. At its base, he sports well set withers and powerfully sloped shoulders melting seamlessly into a boarding and muscular chest and deep girth and well sprung ribs to house his large lungs. His back, medium in length and gently sloped, thick muscle lining both sides of his spine as it runs into hindquarters packed with defined and chiseled muscle and a well sloped croup meeting his long, silken tendrils of cream and caramel hues just inches above the soil and sand underfoot. His pillars, backed by hard and sound bone laced with sinewy muscle like the vines weaving this way and that along the truck of a tree, melting down into hard and solid obsidians. He had the musculature of a warrior born and bred, the epitome of balance between strength, stamina, speed, and ability. All this, handsomely finished by his earth toned skin and pointed limbs a few notes darker than the rest of his powerful frame... If he were of the vain type, he would have flaunted these features before the woman now, flaunted them in the way she flaunted her lithe sultry body... but no he is far from it.

The wolf has taught him that beauty can not get a stallion very far in life. It is cunning and trickery, will and determination. Fierce dominance is what makes a difference in this world. Domination.

Her string of words flow like silk into the air between them, the very way she spoke like sugary sweet honey that likely left many hanging onto every word ushered by her soft kissers. She then lifts her beautiful head a little higher with his presence, tilting her head just so that gave her an air of regality worthy of a princess of some faraway kingdom, Even the wolf seemed to tense with renewed interest as that sultry smile curves across her lips. He does not puff out his chest beneath her scrutinizing appraisal of his frame nor does he shift with unease beneath it. Instead his own gaze travels mercilessly over the fine womanly curves and contours of her frame, not missing the seductive manner in which her obsidian tail curls against her slender hocks. A wolfish grin spreads across his lips. Were it a different time, he would have relished the challenge of feeling her flesh beneath his own, but with the war on the horizon... it better to simply leave his options open.

Attentively he listens, dials alert amid the tangle of windswept mane as thick baritones rumble from his lungs. "Oh no my dear, nothing could be nearly as important as keeping such a pretty little dove as yourself company." he purrs, amusement coloring his sultry words. Multifaceted eyes glitter in the bright sunlight as confidently he takes a step towards her.

The wolf bristles.

Golden hues glitter behind green eyes as the strange male approaches. Twin sonars flex atop his skullcap as the pale stallion ambles nearer, his own attention upon the lithe mare. A vicious snarl lingers upon the wolf's lips but Rougaru fights to keep the same from appearing upon his own. The stallion was simply goading him on. He would not fall victim.

"Yes, yes nomad do join us. It would be a shame if you wasted away in the shadows." he adds, thick tail flicking idly against muscular haunches before once more his attention turns away from the intruding stallion and fixate solely upon the mare of chocolate and ivory. "My name is Rougaru, king of Paradise... and you are?" he inquires, thick skull tilting towards her expectantly.