Meadow

After his brief exploration of the commons that resulted in little to show for his efforts, the old wolf decided to take his time returning to the desert. It was not like he had anything pressing at home anyway beside a pregnant Vanya and that in and of itself was enough to cause him to linger. The painted ballerina had a vicious tongue and it had grown even more vicious as the end of her pregnancy drew near. Neither he nor the wolf were quite ready to return to her malicious beratings just yet.

Of course he had no real intentions behind his visit to the meadows, merely meandering through the large island in hopes that the horrified expressions and gaping mouths might silence any lingering rumors that he was long dead and gone from the islands. That is, until he smelled…. Her.

Titania.

Even before his searching gaze lands on her swollen figure, the old wolf recognizes her scent. Crisp, brilliant, like patchouli and sandalwood on a bright autumn day. A scent that he found himself often dreaming of and remaining even more vivid in his mind for the fierce back and forth nature of their relationship. Titania. His fairy nymph. Here one moment and gone the next, fleeting as the silver blue stars she worshiped. Were it any other, perhaps he might have shrugged his shoulders and merely marked her as a past conquest. Were it any other, he might have rolled his eyes at the fresh scent and continued on his way. But this was not any other. This was Titania. His beautiful stardust dreamer and while she might despise him, neither he nor the beast was willing to give her up.

Until the last breath…. that had been the words he had once whispered in her ears as he chased her from island to island. Until the gods bleach his bones and still the air in his lungs, he would chase her, even if it got him nowhere. He would chase her.

She moved with caution, a black darkness amid trees, only the bright white blanket across her back giving her movement away in the pale silver blue light cast from the twinkling stars above. Cautious, but not cautious enough.

A sly grin spreads across his whiskered lips as the large stallion cuts across the open meadow to intercept her before she could disappear again. There is a quickness to his racing heartbeat that rivals that of his long gone courtship days with his believed viper. Multifacet eyes glimmer in the dim light as he slows his pace and halts, his hungry eyes devouring the sight of her even as the snarling growl lingers in his throat at the idea of another taking what was his. ”Titania…..” he coos, huffing a warm breath towards her even as he steps closer, knowing perfectly well how apt she was at vicious assaults as of late. Matter of fact, he still had a scar or two from her outburst in the desert to remember her by. ”I see you have suffered without me….” he continues, his jaded eyes gleaming, ”As I have suffered with yearning for you and the promise you made.” he breathes, searching her eyes. Every muscle beneath his mahogany skin is tense, prepared to chase or defend depending on which direction the pretty starlight mare decided to take matters tonight. Even in the hatred and fury that burned through her, he cannot help but feel a sense of completeness in the thrumming rhythm of his heart that beat a staccato for her alone.