The Lost Islands
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Desert

Leaders: Nyimara, Asmodeus, Quinn

Stallions: None

Mares: Kara, Kohelet, Rhaynira, Syrax

Foals: Cahyr

Use caution when the wolf comes knocking;
Posted on November 9, 2022 at 04:35:20 AM by Rougaru



The wolf expects his Calypso to resurface. Even before his blunt teeth scrape over the silken flesh of her hip, he can picture the fearful glisten of her azure eyes. He can feel the tension in her skin and raises his head to let the wolf’s golden eyes watch as she rushed backwards away from him. He expects it…. But once more he is reminded that this Calypso is not the one he had known and adored for her naivety and innocence.

Instead of peeling away from him with wide eyes or meekly dropping her head to follow like a little lamb to the slaughter, the white faced mare explodes. As the outraged squeal burns past her lips, she snakes her long neck down to attack. Pain causes his own graveled bugle to resound from deep within his lungs as the icy wave pulses through his blood. Unlike the wolf, she does not clamp down and shake as he might have done, instead she releases and curves her body around his broad hips. Dark ears curve backwards as he snaps his head back to catch a glimpse of her proudly lifted head and the venomous sparkle in her glorious eyes. Her remark his spoken through clenched teeth as she once again snakes her head towards him in an attempt to connect again with his flesh. Instinctively he takes a step forward, his own teeth clenched at the throbbing ache she left in the wake of her unexpected assault. No, this could not be his Calypso. She would never have dreamed of attacking him. She found battle appalling and even the stories he used to regale her with had left her wide eyed and pale with disgust.

He shifts the weight of his body to his front hooves, drawing his heels away from her reach and allowing he and the beast to stare at her with mouth agape; both still trying to figure out how the meek little mare had managed to turn such a dramatic corner in the past few years. As he draws his hips away from her, she takes advantage of the opening he had given her. A knowing smile curls across her pink lips as she taunts him, her long coffee colored tail flagging proudly behind her like a great banner of victory. ’If you want me… you must catch me before I reach the ocean.’ the lyrical tone of her voice is enhanced by the flare of her paper thin nostrils. In that moment alone, she looks nothing like the gentle creature he had brought home to Paradise so many seasons ago.

Stunned in his confusion, the wolf is frozen in place, searching the bi colored eyes of the doppelganger mare. For a moment he watches her retreating form, watches the ripple of her skin over lean muscles and the way her golden body glistens in the sun’s rays. For a moment he does not even register the words that she had spoken until the wolf snaps him from his slumber with a vicious snarl. ”She is getting away you fool!” That did it.

Blinking rapidly to return himself to reality, the burly stallion launches himself forward. It takes a few, encumbered strides for him to work out the kinks her bite had left behind. But even that is not enough to deter him from his goal. Suck it up and get on with it. As different as she acted, he was not about to let her walk out of his life again. Stride after stride lengths beneath him until his saucer-like hooves pound the compact earth with resounding thuds, sending up a spray of sand and grit in his wake. Although she had a head start, the wolf is not about to let her best him. Golden eyes train on the plume of dust in her wake as the fierce stallion clenches his teeth. Muscular neck stretches out as he summons every ounce of energy his muscles can carry to propel him forward at a ground eating pace. For the first time in years, he is flying. Dark ears prick forward amid the wind swept tangle of his mane. Cream and caramel ends stream behind him, whistling against the breeze his progress builds. He watches as she disappears over the top of the Dune before him and he launches himself after her despite the screaming protest of his muscles.

He fully expected her to already be at the edge of the foaming surf by the time he reaches the top so when he leaps down the other side in a bounding attempt to further close the gap between them, he is not expecting her to be casually walking as if she had not been fleeing him moments ago.

There was no chance of hitting the brakes even as his heels dig into the dune’s sand and sprayed around his hooves. ”Watch it!” he barks as he attempts to shoulder past her, doing his best to keep from slamming his weight into her and toppling them both over in a tangle of hooves and bodies. It might have been fun as foals but there was something more painful about it as adults.

Rougaru
silver bay | stallion | 15yrs | 16.3 hh | mutt


photo by vantid @ tumblr



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