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Oil and Water [Questing!] - Gaucho - 12-12-2014 <style type="text/css">.heh {width: 580px; background: white; padding: 30px; border: 1px solid #eee;} .heh h1 {font: 10px/10px oswald; color: #212020; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 8px;} .heh h2 {font: 100px/100px oswald; color: #5d1412; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -5px; padding: 5px 0 5px 0; border-top: 1px solid #eee; border-bottom: 1px solid #eee; margin: 5px 0 5px 0; display: block;} .words {font: 14px/13px droid sans mono; color: #454444; text-align: justify; padding: 20px 0 20px 0;} .words:first-letter {font: 50px/50px oswald; float: left; text-transform: uppercase; margin: -2px 1px -7px 0;}</style> if this is to end in firewildfirethen we should all burn together
Did Gaucho feel nervous? Perhaps. What was about to come would fundamentally change everything. Although he felt better after having spoken with his herd and the God of the Sun about alternatives to the boats, what was about to occur was daunting. To have his senses retarded while he was completing such an important task seemed a huge handicap. Yet if the God of the Sun gave him this task, surely it was one he could complete. The whole of his faith was devoted to the golden deity, and in this he would not falter.
He would burn, but would never fizzle out. Gaucho would never let his light, the physical representation of the Sun God's power, dwindle or fizzle. He would burn strong, bright, and hot. He would serve his lord, and protect his herd. His family. Gliding in the moist Birdsong air made Gaucho feel invigorated. Two buckets clanged on his forelegs as he glided, holding his knees to his chest so that the metal tools would not fall. One was crafted with great skill, while the other was awkward and obtuse. Still, both would serve his purpose equally well (the bucket Buce created did not appear to have any holes in it that he could see). This part of the task was simple enough - gather oil from the Endless Blue - [silence]. Gaucho didn't realize just how much Mara's mind filled his own until it disappeared. The quiet thrum of her mind was suddenly pulled from his as he glided over the sands and towards the water. He snorted, tossing his head slightly to ensure he could still feel her weight on his skull, which indeed he could. Could she still hear him? He both thought and said: "Evolat" followed up by a weary sigh. Perhaps this would be harder than he thought. Angling himself downwards, hearing the rush of the air against his skin but not Mara's mind-voice, Gaucho glided towards the sands. As he landed, he leaned backwards so that he could delicately place the buckets upon the sands and remove his forelegs before fully landing. His wings closed against his flanks as his stormy gaze surveyed the beach. Now all he needed was to find the oil. [Open to anyone. Gaucho can't hear anything anyone says right now as part of his quest!] evolat; to start © RE: Oil and Water [Questing!] - Cera - 12-12-2014
RE: Oil and Water [Questing!] - Gaucho - 12-12-2014 <style type="text/css">.heh {width: 580px; background: white; padding: 30px; border: 1px solid #eee;} .heh h1 {font: 10px/10px oswald; color: #212020; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 8px;} .heh h2 {font: 100px/100px oswald; color: #5d1412; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -5px; padding: 5px 0 5px 0; border-top: 1px solid #eee; border-bottom: 1px solid #eee; margin: 5px 0 5px 0; display: block;} .words {font: 14px/13px droid sans mono; color: #454444; text-align: justify; padding: 20px 0 20px 0;} .words:first-letter {font: 50px/50px oswald; float: left; text-transform: uppercase; margin: -2px 1px -7px 0;}</style> if this is to end in firewildfirethen we should all burn together
In his antlers Mara's body wriggled, pulling back and forth on his tines to try and get his attention. Gaucho's dark ears flickered as his head gradually rose from inspecting the sands to try and discern what it was the snake had in mind. Softly ahead he heard footfalls upon the sand, a sound that his ears were well used to from his years in the Throat.
Years. The dun could scarcely believe it had been so long, and yet to think of having been anywhere else seemed absurd. The many seasons ago that Levi had found him in the Threshold seemed like another lifetime. It had happened to him and yet ... he had come so far. He had learned the language, understood the customs (at least most of them), and had forged a new family. Now he led the family that once took him in. Seeing Cera reminded him of the gulf between who he was when the Throat took him in, and who he was now. It reminded him of why he was in this beach in the first place, why he would willingly give up his senses and dull himself to the world; to protect and serve those who had put their faith in him. And for the ones who hadn't, for the ones who sneered and doubted behind his back ... well, this was for them too. As Cera approached, the Wildfire watched his lips to see if he was speaking. The prince's lips didn't move, which wasn't surprising. Cera knew of his quest and knew what it entailed. Further, he wasn't one to waste words on the dun anyhow. Still ... "CAN'T HEAR WORDS" Gaucho practically yelled. Without the sound of his own words resonating in his ears he had a hard time knowing just how loudly he was actually speaking. He returned Cera's wingbrush with one of his own, casting brilliant light upon the golden one's coat with the flames that licked Gaucho's dark feathers. As he regarded Cera suddenly many questions occurred to him. Perhaps it was the inability to hear the answers that caused his brain to formulate so many queries. Things like, Did Cera know or suspect anyone as the murderer? or Did you know I went to see Midas? or What is Amani to you? Snorting, Gaucho pushed these thoughts from his mind. He would remember them, or Mara would (if she still had access to this thoughts during this time, that is), and ask them later. For now, the silence spurred Gaucho to action. He needed to begin this. "NEED TO FIND THE OIL." He yelled once again, indicating towards the two buckets that were strewn by his hooves; one of Cera's making, the other Buce's. Gaucho knew that oil and water did not mix, which led him to believe that he would not find any oil along the shore. Perhaps it was hidden somewhere? In the caves that speckled the coast? Or did they have to dig? evolat; to start © RE: Oil and Water [Questing!] - Cera - 12-19-2014
RE: Oil and Water [Questing!] - Gaucho - 12-20-2014 <style type="text/css">.heh {width: 580px; background: white; padding: 30px; border: 1px solid #eee;} .heh h1 {font: 10px/10px oswald; color: #212020; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 8px;} .heh h2 {font: 100px/100px oswald; color: #5d1412; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -5px; padding: 5px 0 5px 0; border-top: 1px solid #eee; border-bottom: 1px solid #eee; margin: 5px 0 5px 0; display: block;} .words {font: 14px/13px droid sans mono; color: #454444; text-align: justify; padding: 20px 0 20px 0;} .words:first-letter {font: 50px/50px oswald; float: left; text-transform: uppercase; margin: -2px 1px -7px 0;}</style> if this is to end in firewildfirethen we should all burn together
Cera. He would always be so much more than Gaucho gave him credit for; would always be older, wiser, and more useful. But it couldn't be helped, in Gaucho's simple mind the golden prince was still a youth. The Wildfire needed to constantly realign his perception of the stallion, who was no longer a bumbling child.
Gaucho's dark gaze followed the movement of Cera's feathers, falling to the sands where the prince began to roughly shove sand out of the way. Ahhh.. so they did have to dig. Unfortunately his fire magic would do little good here - it would only fuse the sand together creating glass that would be heavy to move. Snorting, the dun lowered his head so that Mara could slip from his antlers. Her bound wound easily on the warm grains, pushing some out of the way with her steel-coloured bulk. Raising a large blackened hoof Gaucho too began to paw, shoving the sand roughly away. Hopefully no one would come from behind lest they receive bullets of sand headed their direction. Sweat began to lather on Gaucho's coat, but the dun didn't mind. He found the ache in his muscles pleasurable - it wasn't often that he found an activity that he hadn't already trained and conditioned his body to complete. "HAVE NEW CRAFTER NOW THAT BUCE IS CHANCELLOR." He bellowed towards Cera between mouthfuls of air. "SACRE HAS MAGIC TO HELP. SERENITY SAY SHE WILL HELP MOVE ROCKS TOO. AFTER THIS. FIND THEM. GIVE THEM JOBS." Not the best time for a conversation but ... the information he needed to share was one sided. Cera needed to be aware of the change; he could deal with his new recruits as he saw fit. Dark eyes bore into the sand. How far down would they need to go? © RE: Oil and Water [Questing!] - Cera - 01-02-2015
RE: Oil and Water [Questing!] - Gaucho - 01-03-2015 <style type="text/css">.heh {width: 580px; background: white; padding: 30px; border: 1px solid #eee;} .heh h1 {font: 10px/10px oswald; color: #212020; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 8px;} .heh h2 {font: 100px/100px oswald; color: #5d1412; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -5px; padding: 5px 0 5px 0; border-top: 1px solid #eee; border-bottom: 1px solid #eee; margin: 5px 0 5px 0; display: block;} .words {font: 14px/13px droid sans mono; color: #454444; text-align: justify; padding: 20px 0 20px 0;} .words:first-letter {font: 50px/50px oswald; float: left; text-transform: uppercase; margin: -2px 1px -7px 0;}</style> if this is to end in firewildfirethen we should all burn together
Sweat glistened brightly on Gaucho's neck as well as he worked away. He was finding it difficult the further down he went to keep the sand from the edges to stop falling back in. His bulk was often to blame, as his elbows or even chest at times succeeded in undoing the work of the past few minutes. Gaucho's dark ears pinned against his head as he began to make the hole wider and wider, focusing some of his energy on the diameter that than just the depth. It slowed his progress but it was certainly a more efficient choice.
Muscle pain began to eat away at Gaucho's shoulders as his movements continued. He didn't have any muscles already developed that had been conditioned for digging. Clenching his teeth together and exhaling breath after agitated breath, Gaucho forced himself to continue. He would not take a break, would not linger and half ass it. If the oil was down there Gaucho was going to bring it up. Besides, with Cera working as diligently at his side how could he not follow suit? After what felt like hours, the sand which had previously been moist and dark was suddenly slick and black. A squeal of joy left Gaucho's lips as he hauled himself backwards, looking at the oil as it caught the light of the sun. Brilliant and colourful patterns danced and swayed on the liquid that seemed to just sit on the surface of the sand, not mixing with it at all. "CERA. GAUCHO FIND. YOU FIND TOO?" He hollered, looking down at the oil. Peeling his gaze away to find the golden prince, he noted just how deep his own hole was. If Gaucho had found oil likely Cera had as well. Leaning backwards Gaucho rose to a standing position, shaking the sand from his legs and giving his aching muscles a chance to relax. His back screamed as it was called out of its hunched over position, but Gaucho ignored it. They had done it! He trotted a few steps away to where he had dropped the buckets. Picking up one in his teeth he deposited it to the crafter. Returning for the other, he brought it to his own hole. After digging down only slightly farther the dun was pleased to see that there was enough oil that it easily filled the bucket. Snorting with joy and appreciation that his time digging in the sand was over, the Wildfire brought the bucket out of the hole carefully using his teeth. With Cera's help he had done it. Step one complete. This wasn't so bad. © |