Posted on January 11, 2021 at 05:15:15 PM by Rougaru
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The island of Atlantis was once more changing. Like the changing seasons that left their mark on other islands, or the rising tides that had their own way of leaving its mark on the white sand beaches that lined his territory's southern border. Times were changing and with it, so changed the leadership of the Shore and the Harbor. He had met the stunning black mare who trespassed seemingly unknowingly into his borders. She was young, but he had been eager to see what their delicious coupling had produced. Just as with the child that Rivaini carried, he held hope that the child would help to unite the island beneath one rule. The Shore was another matter completely. Rougaru had never truly been able to understand the misfit herd that Xiomara desperately guarded with the fierceness of a lion cat. Xiomara was an odd creature, a warrior and a loner and yet those that followed her, followed with the same love and loyalty that his own pack possessed. He had meant to pick at the scabbed wound of the white faced woman hiding out his own granddaughter without his knowledge, but she had her own fair share of misfortune since her defeat at the hands of Warsaw's lead mare and so he kept his voice silent. Now, now it was too late. She was gone. Perhaps one day she would return, reappear upon the islands like a wraith in the night. Perhaps not. Only the fates knew the answers to this. Ears perk amid the tangle of his cream and caramel mane as the chocolate colored stallion catches the drifting zephyrs. Paper thin nostrils flare as the masculine scent he does not recognize fills his nostrils. Immediately, the wolf rises with death glittering behind its golden yellow eyes. Sharp fangs flash white in the dappled sunlight as Rougaru bites back the warning growl that threatens to erupt from deep within his breast. Tension builds beneath his mahogany skin as the broad stallion moves quickly down the twisting trails that his years of constant pacing had built. Deep furrows mark the familiar path that led down an all too familiar path that marked the border with the Shore. Perhaps the new leader needed a reminder of where the boundaries between their lands lay. The thought caused the dark fur along his spine to bristle. But he is not alone. A proud grin tugs at the corners of his darkened lips as the sound of Monster's voice breaks through the dense barrier of green brush. Thick skull dips beneath a low hanging branch as the large stallion moves easily into the space between his pregnant queen and the stranger. For the first time, his gaze falls upon the unfamiliar stallion, and yet the image of Xiomara flashes before him. Though no doubt there were many in the islands that shared the same bald face, this boy was as clearly her foal as any he had ever seen. Ears fall backwards as the thought of her own denial of him resurfaces but there is nothing that can be done now. A single brow rises as Rougaru reaches forward to brush his lips against the white and grullo skin of his lover. "You are Xiomara's boy aren't you?" he asks, his thick tail flicking idly back and forth against muscular haunches, muscles still taunt at the uncertainty of the situation that lay before him. 
silver bay | stallion | 9yrs | 16.3 hh | mutt |
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