Warsaw's defeat had hit a nerve much deeper in not just his own soul, but the beast as well. The reality of mortality had never really played much a thought into any of his plans. He and merely assumed that once he managed to defeat Liland, all his worries and struggles would be gone. He and Warsaw, despite the unsuccessful war, would forever whisper their names with reverence. Forever other stallions would gaze upon them with wary respect and cautious suspicion. He expected the mares to come lining up upon his shores begging to be planted with the seed of the powerful wolf, to gain protection and bask in the glows of the sunfire that glowed on the shores of Paradise.

The reality is a far less glorious sight.

Warsaw is displaced. The stallion Bjorn, the one whom has been gifted his Nyimara and clearly become captivator of her soul, now took up his rule on what had once been the empire built for the Tinuvel king. This posed more than one problem for him but that was for future deeper thought. For now, he was determined to remind the world that while his counterpart had been defeated in battle and his reign currently at an end (for the time being surely), he was still a force to be reckoned with.

Rougaru, the wolf of Atlantis was back and it was the beast now that controlled the stallion.

Rille was a nameless victim. An innocent party that just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Rougaru's victory over Shamwari had done much to stoke the wolf's ego and while it was not Rille's fault that the beast just happened to be on his way back to paradise when he happened to catch sight of the beautiful star splashed mare and the tender embrace she shared with her lover.

Memories of Vasilisa drew a sour taste to his tongue as viciously and without second thought he had charged forward with determination gleaming in his emerald eyes. In his defense, Rille had not been prepared or expecting the attack and fought valiantly. Perhaps one day he would be the one to defeat Rougaru; but that day was not today. However it was the pretty little mare that steps between them before the wolf is unleashed to its full extent. Ears fall backwards amid the tangle of windswept mane as she promises to go without further struggle. Suspicion gleams in his eyes but the beast acquiesce her request with a single nod of his head. Smugly he watches from the shores as she exchanges a final warm embrace with her lover before obediently returning to his side. A single backwards glance lingers upon Rille before Rougaru charges after her with a guiding nip.

He does not expect her to be chatty on their journey, no doubt she too fumed at the defeat faced today. Only when her feet once more touch solid ground does she turn on him her ears buried beneath the water logged tangle of her mane. An amused grin spreads upon his lips as he watches her, a deep rooted respect and memory of when Zjeena had faced him with the same anger and resentment. Oh how joyous that occasion had turned out. She holds her head high now as she inquires as to his name, implying that she had a few that would no doubt be suitable for mixed company. A mischievous smile plays upon his wolfish features as the dark skinned stallion gives his sea drenched form a quick shake, riding the majority of the ocean droplets from his skin. "I assure you regardless of how colorful your language the names are none that I have not been called before." he remarks, flicking his tail idly in amusement. "Rougaru... if you prefer." he continues, taking a proud step towards her, a single brow lifting curiously as he slowly takes in the curves and contours of her slender frame. Hungrily the beast devors the sight of her, licking its lips at the prospect. A single ear swivels sideways as he moves around her now in a slow circle, stretching his thickly muscled neck forward to allow whiskered lips to inhale the unfamiliar scents that cling to her skin. Her heat was faint, mingled with the odor of the thicket stallion which left little to his own imagination. No doubt such a pretty thing would be one of the first that Rille had claimed. Once more the fates taunted him but well, it was a win/lose situation. He had the girl even if it was not his seed she carried. That did not meant that he could not taunt her though. After all, it was easiest to see exactly what a mare was made of when she faced a predator and from the gleam in her eyes as she gazed upon him, she knew him to be the predator today.

"Now my dear, you know my name but I am afraid polite conversation has escaped you. You see now I am at a disadvantage for I do not also know your own." he continues daring to bump his muzzle against her hip before retracting his muzzle back to meet her suspicious eye. "Will you share the knowledge or should I presume to guess?" he inquires. flicking his tail slowly in amusement.