The Lost Islands
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Use caution when the wolf comes knocking; (Monster)



Since Zjeena's departure to the Bay Rougaru had been on edge. With the war teetering on the edges of end, with neither side claiming anything akin to victory, the beast was growing restless. He hadn't bargained for this. When first Warsaw came to him with the idea, planting the fanciful ideas of victory in his mind, Rougaru fell to the prospect of glory and fame. Of course that was not to say that he had not had his own victories, but still the realities, as bloody as they were, were nothing akin to the fanciful pictures Warsaw painted.

Muscles ache beneath battleworn flesh, here and there fresh scabs began to ooze as the torn flesh beneath stretched. The combination of the annoying irritation and billowing ocean breeze was refreshing.

He needed to think... he needed his painted dove.

A coy smile played upon his lips as he navigated down the twisting paths, ducking beneath the overhanging branches and unturned roots until her intoxicating scent floods him. "Little viper..." he coos, his graveled tones thick with hunger and longing. Even now he could feel the beast rising, awakened by the flood of her scent. Ears perk forward amid the windswept tangle of his thick cream colored mane. An impish smile curves across his lips as he slows his pace to a languid walk, approaching her in a wide arch. "Its been some time since we blew off some steam.... care to join me?" he taunts, pausing just beyond the range of her gnashing teeth and striking hooves. He needed to hear her voice.. to hear her squeals and feel the velvet of her skin. He needed his Monster.


Rougaru
silver bay | stallion | 7yrs | 16.3 hh | mutt



photo by vantid @ tumblr



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