Desert
Leaders: Nyimara, Asmodeus, Quinn
Stallions: None
Mares: Kara, Kohelet, Rhaynira, Syrax
Foals: Cahyr
Posted on September 8, 2022 at 12:24:21 PM by Rougaru
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The silver bay beast does not dare linger a moment longer than necessary. He was all too familiar with how fickle Vanya’s mind could be and his obsession with the painted ballerina made him even more determined to return her to his herd where she belonged. Though she did not speak the words aloud, the old wolf could feel the unease with which she moved through the waters. Just above the swell of the surf, her dark ears swiveled back and forth and her dark eyes mirrored the confusing thoughts that clouded her mind. He is careful to keep the indifferent mask in place yet within, the wolf’s grin widens. He had outwitted the cunning minx. Were he to have navigated their travels closer to shore, no doubt she would have lunged for the chance to plant her feet in the sands beneath the shallow waters and re-evaluate the decided course. Had he given her the chance, surely she would have turned tail and fled. But he was smarter than that. He is careful to keep himself between her and the shore, using the churning ocean waters as an anchor to keep her pressed firmly against his hip. His powerful hooves thrust through the salty waters, anticipation and excitement rushing through his veins. Dark ears tilt backwards and he arches his thickly coiled neck to fix a single green eye on the petite mare beside him. Her paper thin nostrils flare as she struggles to keep up with the pace he has set. He feels her tiring long before his saucer-like hooves find purchase in the red sands of the Desert’s shoreline. ’Good. At least she won’t be in too big a hurry to try to make an escape.’ the wolf whispers to himself though already its golden eyes fixed her drenched form in its expectant glare. Regardless of how tired she may have been from the swim to Salem, that did not stop the painted woman from prancing from the salty waters and onto the dry sandy beach with her inky black tail held high over her hip. For a moment, he finds himself watching her as she arches her proud neck to allow those dark, calculating eyes to roam over the sparse trees and dry, stiff grasses beyond the beach. Even before she turns her fierce gaze back to his emerald gaze, he knows that she is far from pleased with the turn of events. The lithe muscles along her spine tense. Her long, slender legs stiffen. Dark eyes glare back at him from beneath narrowed brows as she speaks with all the loathing he knew she would. Salem was a far cry from the beautiful, easy living of Paradise. He does not immediately respond to her question. Instead, he takes a moment to shake most of the salt water from his dark coffee colored skin. Long, water-logged tendrils of cream and caramel mane snap audibly against his muscular neck as the old wolf all but ambles from the surf. Multifaceted eyes of emerald blink innocently into her dark pools as an impish grin slides across his lips. ”Whatever do you mean?” he asks, feigning complete innocence though he knew all too well just exactly what had her so tense and on the verge of a complete and total tantrum. He closes the gap of space between them, stretching out his dark neck in hopes of running his whiskered lips affectionately along the curve of her cheek. ”This is home.” 
silver bay | stallion | 15yrs | 16.3 hh | mutt |
Replies:
- don't be a drag, just be a queen - By Vanya September 9, 2022 at 01:08:07 AM
- Use caution when the wolf comes knocking; - By Rougaru October 13, 2022 at 00:24:44 AM
- don't be a drag, just be a queen - By Vanya October 31, 2022 at 09:26:16 PM
- Use caution when the wolf comes knocking; - By Rougaru November 9, 2022 at 03:28:36 AM
- don't be a drag, just be a queen - By Vanya October 31, 2022 at 09:26:16 PM
- Use caution when the wolf comes knocking; - By Rougaru October 13, 2022 at 00:24:44 AM
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