Use caution when the Wolf comes aknockin; Posted on November 12, 2020 at 11:08:45 PM by Rougaru
Rougaru thought nothing of the silence that enveloped them as he led her deeper into the dense jungle paradise he called home. Jade colored eyes focus on the familiar twisting path, pausing only here or there to allow the fair-haired woman to catch up should he travel too far ahead of her. Like she, he allowed himself to get lost in the deep recesses of his mind and conversation with the wolf. The feral beast saw only potential in the offer that Rivaini proposed. While it was not Foalain that he would mount, it would still be a queen of the Ridge and who's to say that the knowledge of his pro-ess would not in turn cause the obsidian beauty to come strolling across his borders again in search of such experiences of her own? Rougaru wondered if Faolain knew of this change to the bargain or if she would come tearing through Paradise with fire in her eyes once the deal is struck. The wolf is not worried. So should he not? Perhaps.
As they come into the canopy of large woody vines, Rougaru finds himself daring to turn his gaze back to her. It was something that he found himself searching, a desire shared by himself and the wolf together. Eyes of green and gold stare together upon her pale blue as her searching eyes linger on the brightly colored flowers that shift and sway with each slight breeze that passed. A single dial tilts towards her as she stretches her neck towards a nearby bloom. A single brow raises as her velvet labrums caress the soft pink petals, the scent of her heat growing in the damp air around them lending weight to the beauty and serenity of the scene before him. How he wondered what those lips were like if they had been pressed to his cheek or traced the many scars that littered his chocolate brown skin. What must it look like to have her startling azul eyes trained upon him with tenderness and affection? It was perhaps a poor man’s dream but he did not care, it did not stop him from fantasizing about such pleasant thoughts.
Her attention shifts now, her lips drawn back from the fragile flowers with their long woody vines and instead focused completely on him. He does not miss the wry smile as it slips across her lips or the sultry manner in which her pale lashes blink over her blue eyes. Chocolate colored ears perk amid the cream and caramel colored tangles of his mane. His question returned with potential and once more awakened the sober beast. Lips press tight as he nods his head. Yes, as long as they remained on such tense terms, the possibilities of the island of Atlantis falling wholly beneath his rule was miniscule to say the least. However, should this child instead build together a strong bond born of blood and strong ties, perhaps the fickle dream might grow into something real and physical to touch.
It was the next words that fell from her lips that drew his brows upwards in surprise. He had expected her to hoard the child away in the Ridge. He expected to have to wait as patiently as possible at the borders for Faolain or another to grant him access to greet his newborn and beckon from the two queens of the Ridge passage to visit the child. He expected that he would find himself asking for favors once the child is born; yet here Rivaini was offering to remain when the time to birth grew near so that he might experience the child’s coming into the world himself. The wolf was overjoyed and despite his determination to remain stoic and calm, the broad smile tugged his lips upwards. Emerald eyes glitter as respectfully he dips his head towards her. ”I cannot see why such trust cannot be built between the Ridge and Paradise.” he murmured, his voice thick as saliva wet his tongue, the prospects of the future gleaming bright in the wolf’s eyes. ”Perhaps in time, like the passion flowers that grow in abundance here, the Ridge herd will come to see Paradise for the strong alliance that it offers.” he finishes taking a single step towards her, his whiskered lips outstretched to linger just beyond her own reach. Depthless, multifaceted ooids blink slowly as they watch her own, examining the intricate way in which the dappled light shifts and sways the colors of her iris. ”If you are willing….” he whispers, inhaling deeply her intoxicating scent.