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how can I be everything they want me to be? - Cera - 01-02-2015
RE: how can I be everything they want me to be? - Gaucho - 01-02-2015 GAUCHO And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good The Prince and his King were not so different. Gaucho too would work himself into the ground if it meant fulfilling obligations. Gaucho would never let anyone down willingly - he, like Cera, would bend until he broke before ever allowing himself to quit or give up. Excuses would not keep his family safe, and a good nights rest would not discharge obligations. The herd came first before everything else, even his own health.
While the Wildfire did not look nearly as exhausted as Cera, he was close. The Dun had pushed himself during this part of his quest, forcing his body to react to those around him even when he could not see them. Using Mara as his eyes depleted his mental energy perhaps unsurprisingly fast. But it wasn't only that ... it couldn't be. Gaucho had been exhausted lately. He did sleep but it felt as though he was never completely refreshed. He had chalked it up to Sohalia's absence and the increased responsibility placed upon him. Traveling to retrieve Phaedra's body, Hotaru's capture ... his argument with Ophelia and then Tandavi. It was too much. It used up all of him, but still he pushed on. Mara and Ilaria certainly thought the same things of their bonded's. Still, when the Wildfire saw Cera through Mara's eyes, by the fire, it didn't even occur to him not to walk over. Rasta had criticized him for not hanging out with his herd - it was another task to complete. The dark patches, normally close to his eyes seemed to have darkened and expanded with the weight of the world Gaucho felt ever present on his striped shoulders. As he moved, still gracefully however wearily across the sands, he saw the boy collapse. Picking up a brisk canter immediately, ignoring the whine of sloth from his muscles, he bridged the distance rapidly. Nostrils flaring he halted abruptly, though was careful not to spray Cera with sand. Mara slipped quickly down from his antlers to slide closer to the golden prince, her black gaze bright with concern. She looked to Ilaria for a moment then back at Cera. If she could have spoken and known Ilaria's thoughts she might have suggested that she paralyze the prince, forcing him to rest. "Cera." Gaucho breathed, dropping to his barred knees beside the prince, and fanning his great blackened wings over the boy's frame. Flames licked and lingered on Gaucho's black feathers as they caressed the prince's gold and white coat, partially to reassure him, partially so that he might know where the boy was without Mara's eyes. The ragged breathing of his fire brother combined with a lack of physical injury suggested to the Wildfire that either magic had done this, or Cera's body had. He was either sick, poisoned, or cursed by magic in some way. Mara hissed her concern as Gaucho's blocky antlered skull moved toward's Cera's face. He could only see Cera through Mara's eyes, which now that she wasn't in his antlers was bizarre, given it was from a completely different angle. "Cera-" He whispered again, fear tight in his chest. He knew nothing of healing magic (perhaps he should focus on that, rather than invisibility given how often danger and damage lurked around him). What had happened to Cera? There was no one around - no suggestion of a struggle. Table style by Tamme! Image Credits RE: how can I be everything they want me to be? - Cera - 01-02-2015
RE: how can I be everything they want me to be? - Gaucho - 01-04-2015 GAUCHO And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good As Cera's nose brushed against Gaucho's pierced muzzle the dun snorted slightly having not expected the touch. Half of him wished Mara would return to his antlers so that he could see properly from the correct angles, but he knew the snake would be where she needed.
His heart eased considerably. It appeared the boy was just tired. Gaucho more than understood, and there was no disappointment in his stoic gaze. If anything he was proud. The box sat completed next to his crafter. It was as it should be. Cera had completed his task. He had more than earned this rest, even if it would brought on by physical exhausted rather than pure choice. "It fine." The Wildfire offered dismissively, turning his gaze towards where the metal box sat. It was pleasing to look at (or maybe it was just because it was an object that Gaucho could see on his own. It would suit the purpose it was created for nicely. "Not sorry. Cera first to finish task. First step toward completing herd quest for Sun God, finished by you." He emphasized this by pressing his nose where he thought Cera's shoulder was. If only the rest of his herd could be as diligent as the golden prince was. They would conquer all of Helovia in a few days if they all had even half the heart that the painted builder did. It wasn't fair of course, to paint them all as being lazy and indeed many were not. Although very few had impressed him nearly as much as Cera had. His Golden was nothing if not consistent. A smile parted Gaucho's dark lips as Cera offered to do more. As if he wasn't already stretched out on the sands. The dun shook his antlered skull. There was nothing Cera could do. This burden was his to bear - he wouldn't complain as he completed his own tasks, just as Cera hadn't. Even if he couldn't help but feel more tired than he ought to, he dismissed the thought. Perhaps he was simply getting old. "No. This Gaucho's quest to finish. It will be over soon." He advised. Looking around he realized that the two were alone - why hadn't Sacre helped with this? Serenity? He knew the unicorn boy was planning on going to the Basin, perhaps he had done so already. But the girl? Serenity seemed flighty at best. He wasn't surprised that she wasn't here doing her part. Ruffling his feathers Gaucho shook his head. "Cera one who need help. Need more crafters. That way it not always fall to you to do get things done." Gaucho leaned back, his darkened feathers peeling backwards over the golden skin to give Cera room to breath and shift if he would. Around the Prince's hooves Mara hissed gently, overwhelming glad that he was indeed alright. Like Ilaria, she didn't like how much he pushed himself, especially if it was just in service to Gaucho. Did the dun even realize the hold he had over the golden youth? Cera would work himself into the ground if Gaucho asked. In his haste to complete the Throat's quest would he ask? Table style by Tamme! Image Credits RE: how can I be everything they want me to be? - Cera - 01-10-2015
RE: how can I be everything they want me to be? - Gaucho - 01-11-2015 GAUCHO And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good Had he counted on any as the way he had Cera? Sohalia perhaps...but, ah. Often those who are connected in physical ways do seem to encumber themselves in special obligations. But she had let him down in a way that Cera never had (although it was possible that because of those physical connections between he and Sohalia, that the youth was incapable of betraying him as she had). Regardless, the point stood. There were very few that Gaucho had relied on, and even fewer who had pleased him as much as Cera had. No one else in the entirety of the Throat showed the dedicated and devoutness that the Golden Prince had bled all his life. It practically burned through his golden pelt - spots of unmarred white, signifying his loyalty and purity.
Cera the Pure. Cera the Golden Prince. Cera his Golden Son. The dun nodded as Cera suggested he did not have to complete his quest alone. Gaucho nearly chuckled at this - he might have said that it was he who needed to complete it, but never that it would be completed alone. Didn't Cera understand that his mere presence in the herd, in Gaucho's mind, and in his heart was constant? That the dun would never face his trials alone? Gaucho exhaled softly. "Never alone, that right. Gaucho have family. Have Cera." Always. As the Prince mentioned Bucephalus, Gaucho leaned even further back, casting his stormy gaze into the sky. Bucephalus .... the MorningStar was nothing compared to the Golden Prince. It seemed the black stallion meant well enough ... and certainly he tried, but their was a spark of honesty in Cera that was decidedly lacking in his new Chancellor. His promotion had been necessary at the time ... but had Gaucho been hasty? His blind gaze turned back to the Prince, and through Mara's eyes he regarded him silently. Why had Cera never expressed interest in the Throne his father, Midas once held? The Prince stood shoulder to shoulder with Gaucho as a brother, and a friend within the herd. Did he ever desire to stand abreast with his Sultan as an equal ? Sighing Gaucho forced a smile and a nod. "You do it better anyways. Cera good with metal." That was certainly true. The paint was the best crafter they had had since ... well, since Sohalia all those years ago. But hadn't Cera been a crafter then as well? Yet only one of them remained. Only one. Only Cera. Table style by Tamme! Image Credits RE: how can I be everything they want me to be? - Cera - 01-20-2015
RE: how can I be everything they want me to be? - Gaucho - 01-23-2015 GAUCHO And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good Life had a funny way of fucking with you every now and then.
None of Gaucho's kin had the same bond as the one that passed between he and Cera. He had fought for Sohalia once, before her disappearance. Had fought with Ampere. He had fought with, and for just about everyone he cared about, and yet they had all slipped out of his grasp. The right words hadn't been spoken, or perhaps if they had, they had fallen far too primitively from his lips to matter. Gaucho's heart was as simplistic as his mind - he only knew what he wanted and what he felt. There were no locked parts of himself, not really. He was not veiled, he was just ... one sided. The look in Sohalia's eyes that always asked for - demanded and needed - more from him, always went unanswered. But not with Cera. He had never fought for Cera. If anything, he had betrayed the Prince. Had physically lashed out at him. And yet here he was. He didn't ask for words, and had humbly and welcomingly accepted those that Gaucho offered. Cera hadn't demanded Gaucho to solidify whatever it was that was between them. He had never asked Gaucho to qualify or clarify how they had gone from a pseudo father and son, to brothers. Perhaps it was because the Golden Prince knew that Gaucho wouldn't be capable but ... truly the dun believed it was because he didn't need it. Cera didn't need words of confirmation, because everything unspoken between them was already abundantly clear. It was certain. Gaucho loved the Prince. It didn't matter how or why. He just did, and that was enough. Yes. Always. The words parted the Wildfire's dark lips, as a simple but genuine smile slowly grew. It matched the one which had blossomed on Cera's own lips, and from Mara's lowered perspective it was all that Gaucho could see and sense coming from his bonded. "Heal ..." Gaucho mumbled after a time. It had occurred to him during one of his recent spars that the ability to heal would be exceedingly useful, especially give how injured he often found himself. But now looking down at where Cera's body brushes against the sands, he was forcefully reminded. "Gaucho like to learn to heal. Maybe Ilaria can teach Gaucho." He chuckled softly. "Midas .. protective." Gaucho's mind fondly traced back to a time when he first met Ranjiri upon these sands. Recalled her trying to fly, and the look of horror and panic upon the painted Sultan's face then at the thought of his daughter being hurt. Gaucho slowly shook his head. Whatever strength Midas once had, he was losing. He was too protective of that which he had. He coveted it - his lands, his children - and held them close. Restricting and binding them with his mind and his love until they were distorted versions of themselves. The paint had lost his way. Or so the dun thought. "Too protective. Cera strong. Ilaria strong too. Gaucho will teach-" The words briefly caught in his throat. The line between son and brother blurred heavily in his mind, as pride bubbled up into his mouth, weighing his tongue down. His children, young as they were, fought their pretend wars with one another, but none seemingly had an interest in actually learning to fight. To protect, for that was truly the purpose of it all. Every time Gaucho trained, sparred, it was all for his family. All for the Throat. Gaucho cared little about glory and entirely about the protection of his home. "Yes." He confirmed, finally pushing the word from his lips and letting it fall from his tongue and his stoic and stormy gaze closed. A slow breath left his darkened lips, as his brow lowered. He was not surprised Midas wanted to protect the young prince, but the beauty that Gaucho saw within him was not one which could be preserved by hiding him away. In his eyes, Cera shone brightest in his capacity as a Prince of the sands. A champion of it. Table style by Tamme! Image Credits |