Posted on November 22, 2020 at 08:19:48 PM by Rougaru
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There were quite a many factors that caused his mind to drift far from Paradise as of late. Medusa was still lost to him, her whereabouts unknown and while Monster’s reassurance pushed aside the worse portions fatherly dread, it did not dissipate it completely. So far his lineage included quite a many boys but only two girls. While he loved his children all with the fierceness of any wolf, it was something about princess that caused his thoughts to linger. Though she would surely have let him hold it if she ever heard him call her delicate or deserving of extra protection…. Hell Monster would have equally given his hide a sound thrashing for the words he spoke, however that did not stop them from lingering in his forethought. Mirella was with her mother. Calypso lost to him and for all he knew perhaps the two had joined the chestnut painted stallion on the lands far beyond the island shores. Though he had long since last tracked where Beowulf disappeared from time to time, at least he could say that for the most part he knew where his children were…. Except Medusa. Not only had he a daughter to worry for, but the miscommunication, or lack thereof, after Warsaw’s death had not helped to instill continued communication between himself and the Tinuvel herd. Ironclad was not a warrior yet, though he had seen a few battles he was far from seasoned as his gray companion and while Rougaru did not regret the decision he had given Warsaw, perhaps it would have been best had the boy been explained the reason behind it. Now, red colored his vision and Rougaru did not dare to try and change his mind. Not now. It would serve him strength, to focus his energy on anger and bettering himself as a warrior and king. Perhaps in time he would live up to the empty shoes Warsaw left for him. Only time would tell. And while even this would have been much for one stallion to deal with, now Rougaru found himself wavering on the sword’s edge with the Ridge. His challenge to Faolain he hoped would ensure a bond built between himself and his silent neighbor. While he secretly had expected her reign to be quite short lived, she surprised him by outlasting even his lowest expectation. She and her silent companion turned into quite the interesting neighbors. However he had not expected Faolain to take offense to his accepting of Queen Rivaini’s alteration to the planned agreement. Grant it, he had been more than happy to accept her offer, she was after all a queen of the Ridge, but he had not expected that such an offer might risk his own claim upon the island. It was his own doing really, his suggestion to avoid leaving his own herd at risk and deep down something that weighed more and more heavily on his mind now that the rumor whispered of Xiomara’s abandonment of her herd. A twist of fate he never expected to see coming. And to top off an impending battle with Foalian, Cain managed to steal the pretty little galaxy girl out from under his nose leaving him with a sore shoulder and a furious hatred that caused his skin to twitch in frustration. It was perhaps all these things at once, or simply exhaustion that caused him to miss the initial scent that spoke of strangers. As of late, so many new horses had appeared on his shores that sometimes he found himself surprised he was ever able to get any sleep. However, the shrill bugle of Monster is enough to cause himself and the wolf to rise in one furious moment. Gray hackles rise along the wolf’s spine as ashen lips peel back from yellowing teeth as the sparks of anger ignite into a full bodied inferno. Trespassers were one thing, a fact of life that he was beginning to familiarize himself with, marauders were a completely different animal altogether. Purpose drives his steps now as nimbly he traces the twisted trails through the dense jungle, nostrils flaring as the unfamiliar stallion’s odor grows in strength. Though he had little doubt that Monster could handle herself, he was still her protector and she, his mate. He would be nothing worth defending if he could not even protect his queen within his own borders. He does not come upon them as some jungle cat stalking potential prey, instead he bursts through the underbrush with a roar. Thickly muscled neck curls inward, protecting the vital jugular from potential bites or thrusting hooves. Emerald eyes darken, flashing golden as the beast surges towards the duo with a few short strides. ”You dare touch the Queen of Paradise!!” he rages lunging towards the stallion. In a quick change of his lead, the russet beast thrusts the point of his shoulder into the interloper, hoping the weight of his own body might unsetle the stallion enough to stumble or even fall. Rage heaves his sides as ears lace tight against his skull. Saucer-like hooves rake the rich dirt beneath his hooves as Rougaru sidles himself between Monster and the intruder. ”Your name…. Boy. I should love to hear Cullen attempt to explain why one of his lackeys dares to raid upon an ally.” he growls, muscles bunched, ready to launch himself after the stallion again. 
silver bay | stallion | 9yrs | 16.3 hh | mutt |
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