Use caution when the Wolf comes aknockin; Posted on November 5, 2020 at 10:06:01 PM by Rougaru
There is no emotion on her face, as she meets his words with those bright eyes of silver blue. It is only her body that belies the unease that surrounds her mind. As his muzzle reaches towards her own, she meets the extension with a single outward exhale of warm breath. In the closeness of their bodies, he finds it easier to examine the flawlessness of her body and the warm fresh scents that remind him again of the season upon them. Hunger salivates his jaws and he finds himself swallowing back the excess and hushing the creatures grow with a blink of his eyes.
A single lobe flickers forward as she begins to speak, her words bringing a smile to his lips regardless of how stoic her demeanor. Yes, it would be naive to imagine that he would change his mind with the soft spoken voice of a stranger, regardless of how beautiful one might be. Her words are wise, and he finds that even the wolf perks its ears in interest, its golden eyes trained on the fine curves and contours of her features. ”At the right cost…” he repeats, his thick skull inclining slightly towards her now as he settles easily into conversation. She continues on by asking if the outcome of the challenge would have been different, if she had approached him before Faolain had the opportunity to rise to meet him. Contemplation furrowed his brows now as he shuffles his hooves thoughtfully, ”I must admit Rivaini, while your proposal was intriguing, it perhaps would not have stilled my outstretched hand. I will admit that it was a stretch, asking such a thing, but well, Faolain has a way of leaving her mark, I thought perhaps this display of comradery might encourage a bond of blood between our lands.” he finishes, pausing for a moment to let her continue.
She does not lead initially with her request of him, a fact that the wolf appreciates more than anything. Instead she lays the offer out with a simple explanation that makes even the beast take a step backwards in thought. To substitute Foalain for Rivaini was displeasing. The idea of making the obsidian mare bend beneath him was a pleasing thought but then again, Rivaini was not exactly unpleasant to look upon. That coupled with the strong scent of estrus that floods from her body is almost enough to make him lose what restraint still remained in his feeble grasp. But he dared not look altogether eager. He would make her wait.
As though deep in thought he angles his head away from her, his large saucer-like hooves leaving deep impressions in the soft ground underfoot. ”Come Rivaini…” he begins, navigating his large from down the twisting path and deeper into his territory. ”Let us walk, the passion flower is in full bloom now and I am sure I could spare a few should you wish to take some back to the Ridge for your companions.” he continued, ducking his head beneath a low hanging branch and continuing on. Though for a time they walked in silence, Rougaru allowed himself to once more get lost into the deep thoughts of his own mind. The proposition that Rivaini presented him with today ensured that this season his foal would be born to the Ridge, and as a co-queen, Rivaini held the same authority and power and Faolain herself even if she was mostly untried in battle. The wolf argued that any substitution would be bowing to their will but the stallion in him argued that there was always the chance that Faolain might see him for the doting father and proactive ally that he was. Perhaps then she might be the one knocking on his door. The thought was amusing regardless how far fetched it might actually be.
Using his broad shoulder, Rougaru pushes aside the last of the thick branches that acted like a protective barrier around the large swell of flourishing passion vines that draped in thick woody curtains down from the treetops above. Only then does Rougaru proceed beneath the low draping vines, relishing in the feel of the hard bark against his back. Nonchalantly he turns his gaze back to her, a boyish smile on his rugged features. ”If I accept your offer… you will allow me to visit the child yes? Children are a particular joy of mine and I would wish to be a part of this child’s life for it is more than a mere means to an end for me.” he breathes, his emerald gaze watching her crystal eyes expectantly.