Hunger. Together he and the wolf shared a desire. Like the deserts of Salem he felt parched. The beast longed to feel its tongue wet blood. Even now he can feel the ghostly metallic flavoring flooding his nostrils. Perhaps it was the absence of Zjeena... but deep down he knew it was more. He was like the smoking mountains on the islands far from here. He needed to feel release from the turmoil of anger and hatred that clawed desperately to his mind. It was generally Zjeena that calmed the beast, and yet, in her absence he wants nothing more than to feel the world burn. The beast vied for control and gazing at Monster now, the same flames glittering behind her eyes of auburn and ice, he needed nothing more.
He knew she could feel it. There was a oneness between the three himself and his two queens. Though surely not many could understand it, nor was he sure any would approve. He felt almost certain that father was rolling over in his grave at the thought of not one but two mares ruling at his son's side. He had never been fond of mares, not beyond pretty little trinkets to use for spreading his genes. He would have fit in perfectly with the bachelor stallions of the lagoon. However Rougaru would never deny Monster or Zjeena. They knew him with an intimacy that could never be duplicated. In that moment, the single shared glance between himself and the painted viper, he feels her own outrage and hatred.

A devious smirk plays upon her lips now as she drifts away from him, her voice coy and the sway of her hip seductive. It fed the beast. A renewed carnal lust gleamed in those multifaceted eyes now as a deep growl rumbles deep within his breast. She was smaller than him, her form lithe and with ease she navigated the winding trails with the same ease as the colorful parrots that flitted between the canopy of trees above.

As if unbidden his thick legs are in motion, stomping through the tangling vines and ducking beneath low hanging branches. She does not flee him, simply leads him along in that all familiar merry chase. Always she stayed just beyond his reach. Nostrils quiver with anticipation as for the moment, thoughts of Zjeena drift to the back recesses of his mind and his attention solely fixates upon the enticing creature before him. She was his Monster.

A wolfish grin slides across his ashen lips as she turns back to him, ears buried beneath the thick mantle of alabaster that danced along the arched curve of her neck. She lifts her head defiantly, thick plume flicking her exotic aroma meant to drive him. And drive him it did. Emerald eyes gleam with mirrored mischief, carnal lust quivering his nostrils as he took a step towards her even as she struck at the air between them. "I think I have more than earned the privilege little viper." he taunts, his voice cracking with hunger. Thick coffee colored neck arches as muscular legs close the distance between them with short, prancing steps. "Not that you don't enjoy it too." he purrs angling his frame to her side.