Desert

Rougaru had all intentions of making for the ocean channel as quickly as his feathered legs could carry him, especially while Tala still seemed somewhat distracted by the thought of being left in charge of the Desert in his absence. He had hoped to both fill his need for solitude and with any luck, dispatch some of the hormonal urges that seemed to have flared within himself and the wolf. However once more, the fates prove that they always have their own agenda.

At first he is not sure she is real. It is not uncommon for the heat of Salem’s sun to play tricks on the mind and eye of those who call it home. She is a pretty sight, reminding him a bit of his Titania that has thus far continued to evade his capture. The dark water-logged locks of her mane lay flat against the gentle curve of her neck, framing the smoke and ash features of her face. Were it not for the gentle whinny of her voice that rings over the crash of waves against the sandy shore, Rougaru might have forced himself to ignore her for a mere mirage. She was far too perfect to be a real gift from the gods. But the voice….

His muscular haunches dig into the sand as he pivots away from his destination. Small, chocolate ears perk forward amid the wind-knotted tangle of his cream and caramel mane as the muscular stallion shifts and slows his pace to a less oppressive, less imposing approach. She too seemed to seek him out for instead of turning tail and fleeing from his approach, she picked up her own trot to close the distance between them. A broad smile curls across his lips, hiding the wolfish grin that spreads upon the gray beast’s own maw. Thickly muscled neck arches as he comes to a stiff-legged halt before her. ”Well now, this IS a surprise.” he murmurs, a single lobe twitching as his emerald gaze greedily drinks in her slender form. From the gray dusting that trailed up her legs to the faint, nearly invisible patches of rosy hues that splatter her snow dusted rump. She was quite the pretty sight to be sure. ’Would you mind helping me with directions?’ it was a neutral request, one that would no doubt lead her far away from his shores and he and the wolf had already agreed quite quickly enough that he had no intentions of losing her to anyone else. Especially not some long lost lover that clearly did not deserve such a precious jewel.

However despite this resolve, the handsome stallion maintains the mask of a friend, even tossing in an occasional impish grin just in case his rugged features are not enough to draw her attraction towards him. ”Absolutely my dear..” he purrs, his warm smile broadening as he bent his thickly muscled neck in a dramatic bow, ”I am always happy to help pretty little doves in distress.”