Posted on December 1, 2020 at 02:55:23 PM by Rougaru
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There is an acknowledgement of his words in the coy smile that ghosts across her ash dusted lips. Depthless emerald green eyes blink slowly through the thick veil of his cream and caramel colored forelock. She was an intriguing creature, reminding him much of the stoic grace and authority that shone bright in his own ice queen. Like Zjeena, she kept her thoughts bottled deep beneath the surface and no amount of staring into her blue eyes would betray what lay beneath the emotions she offered him willingly. Something he would have to keep in mind in the future. She reaches towards him now, the brush of her lips velvet soft against his own whiskered maw. Golden eyes gleam hungerily beneath the shadows of the stallion but he keeps the creature leashed. The blunt edge of her teeth scrape along his spine, sending shivers of pleasure echoing from his lips in the form of a primal growl. Though the coupling was meant to seal a bargain, that did not mean he needed to be ruthless or seen as cruel, not now when so much stood at stake. Tentatively he traced the curve of her cheek with his lips, pressing his muzzle lightly down the arch of her neck and inhaling a thick breath of the sultry, sweet scents that clung to her mane. She smelled of Atlantis, but there was a wildness to her scent and the tang of salt air that was often lost amid the dense tangles of his own jungle home. Somehow, the difference seemed to fit her. Slowly he continued his encroachment, one slow step after another, exploring her beautiful body as she offered it to him. Though there was no love between them, no everlasting bond or potential for endearment, Rougaru could not help himself. He may be a wolf, primal and fierce, but that did not mean he loved with any less emotion. Tentatively he draws himself to her flank, stretching his thickly muscled neck to drape across her back. For a moment he does not move, instead waits patiently as though he expected her to flee from his touch and turn from the idea that his victory had presented. When she does not pull away, the raging emotions give way to hunger. Muscles clench as he drapes himself across her broad figure, forelimbs gripping her sides. The experience is not long lasting and soon, he dismounts from her back, his whiskered lips reaching forward to nuzzle her hip gently. There are no words that pass between them now, nothing that he dares say lest the magic of the moment disappear into the fragile nothing that it already rested upon. Tentatively he turns away from her, stretching to grasp a low hanging flower between his jaws and tug it free of its woody vine. Ears rotate atop his head as he turns once more to Rivaini, stepping towards her to place the delicate blossom in the tangle of her cream and caramel mane. Should she wish to turn and flee, tear the delicate bloom from her mane and leave him behind as nothing more than a bad memory, he would not fault her. Instead he watches her eyes, patiently waiting to see what it was she would do. 
silver bay | stallion | 9yrs | 16.3 hh | mutt |
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