Use caution when the Wolf comes aknockin; Posted on October 16, 2020 at 00:55:32 AM by Rougaru
The bite of her teeth against his skin was invigorating. A primitive growl rumbled deep within his breast as the feral wolf rose to meet her two toned gaze. An all too familiar hunger and longing burned through his veins now as he pressed against her flesh, savoring the warmth and power he felt beneath her silken skin. Pink tongue rolls across whiskered lips as the stallion leans his thick neck across her back, remembering all to well the familiar tug of emotions that joined the fires of the coupling. Regardless of the season, his painted viper had a way of pulling him to her, of feeding the fevered fervor that blazed beneath his breast. Zjeena may be his queen of ice and stoic grace but Monster… Monster was the queen of fire and passion.
Though words of love and adoration rarely left their lips, the passion that burned between them showed the bond that held true. Even now the passion that gleams in her eyes as she glares up into his own with threat and warning was overshadowed by the depth of love that wove them together. She was his. A playful huff draws his head up, the thick muscles of his neck bulging beneath the coiled curve. ”I doubt that you would ever let me do that my dear.” he adds, tugging at a straying strand of her multi-colored mane. No. If anyone kept him young, it was his mates and his foals. Their protection and fellowship kept his soul bound in a forever state of eternal youth. His bones and muscles may ache after a late evening thunderstorm, or when first he rises on a particularly brisk morning, but it was nothing that a few hours romping through the trees with the foals or teasing Medusa and Zjeena could not fix. They were the key to his youth; his forever young.
As the conversation turns to their daughter, Rougaru listens with all earnestness, the playfulness in his eyes giving way to guarded concern. Mothers know best. That was what Lotus Flower used to tell him in a playful sing-song type voice when he would stumble and scrape his knee as a colt. Even now, he imagines that he can hear the familiar lyrical lilt to her voice as she pranced after her, prodding his side in an attempt to taunt him into a game of chase. ”Mother knows best.” the words come almost unbidden from his lips as pursed lips turn upwards in the beginnings of a smile at the memory. Emerald eyes blink warmly at the painted viper as affectionately he rubs his head along her flank, savoring the exotic scent of passion fruit and mango that clung to her skin. She reassures him of her capability, of that he never had any question. Of all his children, the fiery princess of Paradise was more than adequate at holding her own, even against her elder siblings. He smirked in amusement as the memory of watching her prance circles around a winded Beowulf rushes to the forefront of his memory. "Yes…. She definitely can hold her own" he remarks with a wry chuckle. No. There was never a question in his mind as to whether she could take care of herself. What worried him most was the silence. He had not truly heard word of her or from her since he left her with Ironclad and Warsaw in the Inlet all those seasons ago. Nothing.
Like an itch just beyond the reach of his blunt teeth or the annoying anguish of a splinter buried just beneath his skin, the concern plagued him. Should she not have come to visit? Should Warsaw or Ironclad not have come to tell him of their plight? Was he not one of their oldest alliances? Yes. Yes to all of it.
As if she could read his mind, which sometimes he felt certain he could; Monster speaks again. Her offer to interrogate Ironclad is met with a chuckle of his own. "If you think it unwise for me to go charging off after her then why should you get to have all the fun running a poor boy through the dirt?" he teased flicking his long cream and caramel colored tail against chocolate colored hips. "However… he begins, a mischievous smile toying along the corners of his lips, "It has been awhile since I have had the chance to visit with Warsaw. Would you like to join me for a visit? Size up his queen… interrogate their Prince… if Medusa is missing of course." he asks, the wry smile growing at his own cleverness. It was not spying really… and a far cry from his original plan of turning the islands upside down in search of her. This was far more subtle.