The Lost Islands
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Use caution when the Wolf comes aknockin;

Damn right. The words on her lips bring with it a renewed sense of self worth to the mahogany stallion. Despite the turmoil of emotions that ravaged his soul, the one thing that he knew he could always rely on was Monster and Zjeena. Monster had been his first obsession. The prideful, spirited young filly that tore recklessly through the commons as though it were the winds themselves she was determined to overcome. Her bright mismatched eyes and patchwork pelt caught his gaze that day and every day since. She carried herself proudly even then, not shrinking away from the roaming eyes or clinging to the shadows afraid to come into the sun. No. Monster bore their gaze with self assurance and even the fierceness of his touch. He had claimed her, but never did she break. Together, they bent like the slender mangroves, twisting and twining about one another. Together they reached for the sun, one never overshadowing the other for more than a few hours at a time. Monster may not have liked it, but through thick and thin she stuck by his side. At what point that determination gave way to true affection in her part, he was not sure he would ever know. Never sure he wanted to know. She had enthralled him from the beginning, even now, the determination in her voice thrilled him. With her at his side, with Zjeena, together, the trio could conquer the islands. She nips at his shoulder again, telling him that he should not forget that she would not let him fall away. ”I would never dream of it. he teases.

He had thought that his half cocked idea to visit Warsaw would require further explanation before she saw the trip as something worthwhile. He had half expected her to chide him for the mere cover-up it was. However when she smirks, her two-toned eyes gleaming in the dappled sunlight, he finds his own cheshire smile on his lips. Fun indeed. He had forgotten just how long it has been since last she roamed beyond the borders of Atlantis. The duties of drappa and raising young foals had kept her chained in a manner that he never expected. What she must think of him going and coming at the drop of a hat. He would have to remedy that. After all, Warsaw made a point of including his queen in many of his plans, he should start doing the same.

She turns into him now, rubbing her silken skin against his own sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through his veins. Hungrily his green eyes fall upon her now, the cheshire smile transforming itself into something more feral and filled with lust. Once more she dips her head down to nip the point of his shoulder in passing. Her slender legs move with fluid grace as she brings herself to a prancing halt at the water’s edge. The sight is both alluring and beautiful all in the same moment. ”Keep doing things like that…” he growls, his deep baritones graveled with hunger as he stalks after her, his thick saucer-like hooves leaving deep impressions in the wet, malleable sands. ”And we may have to take a little detour.” he teases, sidling against her once more his broad shoulder pressing against his hip suggestively. A wolfish grin spreading across his rugged features as he blinks playfully up at her through the thick screen of his forelock.


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