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Further Roses - Gaucho - 01-03-2015 GAUCHO And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good Unsurprisingly, the Sun God had been right. Of course he had, but it had been important that Gaucho learn this particular lesson. Gaucho had never meant to isolate his herd. Never once had that been his intention; his mind had been focused solely on their protection. Hiding them away from the world while he trained and cultivated their minds to understand the dangers Helovia offered.
But that was before. Gaucho who had never had his senses handicapped in the way the God's quest entailed never knew just how reliant he was upon them. No hearing the voices of others? Pssh. Easy. Gaucho wasn't one for talking anyway. How hard could it be? But it was. He didn't realize how much he missed conversation with his herd, not to mention the great inconvenience it posed. No touching others? That was just bizarre. To know that they were there but to pass by them like a ghost, unable to feel their warmth, their textures, their bodies ? By far however had been the transition to losing his sight. Oh sure, he could see the landscape, but it appeared entirely uninhabited by anyone. Never before had Gaucho felt so isolated. Knowing that others were there was no conciliation when all of his senses screamed that he was in some mad dream all alone. He took for granted all that he had - just like he took for granted having wings. He proposed to isolate his herd - just as the Sun God said - with only realistically minor consideration given to those in his herd who couldn't fly. Boats. HAH. Of course boats would sound like a good idea to one who would never have to use them. Gaucho couldn't realize just how foolish he had been, to think that he understood what it was to be handicapped in a way that your family wasn't. Gaucho had never been weak, small, or powerless. What did he know about discrimination? Oh sure language was still quite an obstacle for him, but it was something he could work on. Could Rasta work on being able to see? Could Tavi work on being able to fly? Perhaps in some weak sense they could. The Gods had been merciful to them in the past; it wasn't out of the question. But it was an obstacle of theirs that Gaucho (previously) had never experienced himself. He had been so foolish, and it had taken the omniscient light of the Sun to show him the error of his ways. Landing gently amongst the cherry blossoms at high noon, Gaucho dropped to his barred knees. This is where he had called the Sun God down before, and it was here that he would pray for his forgiveness and understanding. The God had shown him the error of his ways, and he was thankful that he had. Gaucho's pierced nose touched the firm earth as his flaming wings stretched outwards from his sides, falling upon the earth. As the sun's warm light shone down from the cloudless sky, Gaucho closed his stormy gaze, filling his thoughts with the light of the Sun. Quest turn in! ** The last part of Gaucho's quest says the he must remain 'blind' for one thread after the landbridge is being blown up. However he is going to ask Sunny not to destroy the bridge until the Throat quest is complete (obviously!). Which would mean he will remain blind until the Throat's quest is done too then! This is totally okay with me. More punishment for his stupid boats idea :P ** OOC| Gaucho’s quest is as follows: 1. Collect oil residues from beneath the sands of the endless blue. While doing this, and for any threads started between parts 1 and 2, he cannot hear what anyone says. [Oil and Water] 2. Spread the oil residue along the land bridge. While doing this he cannot feel any touch. [Collecting from BABY DADDY] 3. Before the land bridge can be destroyed, he must complete two threads where he cannot see any living creatures (but still can see landscape, hear everything, feel everything, etc.). This effect will continue for one thread after the land bridge is destroyed. [Everyone's an asshole and Evening Stars] Other threads that occurred/were affected by his quest (if needed): Part I - Gather Oil - Loses ability to hear the voices of others (including Mara)
> I CAN'T HEAR YOU; Patrols with Spice and Oberon even though he can't hear. Part II - Place oil on the land bridge - Loses the ability to feel the touch of others
> This'll burn; Places the other bucket of oil farther in the Throat for the festival > Kaleadescope of loud; Decides to test out his sparring skills during this phase of his quest. Spars with Panzram on the Island. > His Valiant Return; After his spar, he finds the Giving Turtle and receives a gift! > I need you now; Speaks with Zenobia Part III - Wait? -- For 2 threads Gaucho loses the ability to see those around him
> Grounds for Divorce; Speaks with Buce on the Island and then spars with him (Doubt comes in on sticks") > Evening Stars; Meets Rasta in the Fields. > Everyone's an asshole; Gives Tandavi an amulet to protect her from Basin attacks. Yelling ensues and she is promoted to lead. > Praise the Sun the cold is here; Alija's birthing thread. RE: Further Roses - God of the Sun - 01-05-2015
RE: Further Roses - Gaucho - 01-05-2015 GAUCHO And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good Light pours over Gaucho's darkened body, and for a moment the Wildfire selfishly wishes simply to remain with his head down like this forever. For the first time in a long time he feels as though he could sleep - that he could sink into a deep refreshing coma for perhaps a full hour. However he would not be so selfish, no matter how deeply sleep and exhaustion tried to dissuade him of his choice. He was tired yes, perhaps unusually so, but there was still much work to do.
And Gaucho wouldn't be caught showing weakness before his patron saint and God. Raising his antlered skull the dun rose. Black ears flickered to catch the question as the God disappeared. Before when he was merely composed of fire Gaucho could see him, but as he took normal shape he paled from Gaucho's vision. Mara's borrowed gaze paled in comparison with seeing the God for himself, but Gaucho wouldn't complain. "No." He began, closing his stormy gaze to consolidate his thoughts. The dun had never realized just how stupid his previous suggestion had been. If not for the God's omniscience Gaucho might have ruined everything. And yet in his benevolence the God had listened to Gaucho's stupidity: blowing up the bridge and implementing boats. Had he simply said no of course Gaucho would have listened, but never would he have learned this valuable lesson. He did not want to restrict the access of his herd, nor did he want to destroy anything the Sun God had created. He understood that now, and he was eternally grateful that the God had given him the opportunity to see it for himself. Still there was something Gaucho found uncertain about the God's question. Did he still see Gaucho's request as destruction? The dun had always viewed the land bridge... as a path. Not a fundamental part of the Throat - a construction of the Earth God's. The heart of the Throat, that was certainly the domain of his sun king. But the bridge? Gaucho fumbled for the words. It was a weak point to be sure, strategically Gaucho saw great benefit in eliminating the strip of land. But if the Sun God deemed it part of his lands, rather than a means of reaching them, then Gaucho was less sure. Further, if the dun were to suggest that it be merely upgraded, for a magical bridge was certainly better than a physical one, wouldn't he also be suggesting that the God had failed to create the best land possible in the first place? It seemed like a dilemma. Either destroy something that belonged to the God, or call into question the God's engineering forethought. "Gaucho think ... Gaucho want to do what is best for herd. For family. For Sun God. Gaucho not have enough warriors to protect Throat. Gaucho talk to Ophelia - make truce between herds while Gaucho train's warriors. Maybe peace will last, maybe not. But there are outcasts. It in our nature to take and conquer." He began, thinking of Ophelia's words to him and her abbreviated history lesson. "Gaucho only do what is needed to keep Throat. Gaucho not want to destroy. Gaucho want to reconstruct." Silently he thanked Mara for the word choice. Reconstruct. That was what he wanted to do precisely! Nothing would be destroyed merely changed. "Throat almost done quest." He offered before falling silent. Bowing his head, the dun waited forever at the mercy of the God. RE: Further Roses - God of the Sun - 01-08-2015
RE: Further Roses - Gaucho - 01-09-2015 GAUCHO And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good Some might have described it as a wave crashing down, filling him with relief and joy. Others, a gentle rain heralding praise and acceptance. But to Gaucho it was neither of those. The God's words descended upon him like a hurricane of fire, smothering and burning. Gaucho was filled by the fuel of his Lord's words, rejuvenated and refreshed.
His gaze rose, seeing the God now, completely ablaze. Pride resonated within the Wildfire's blue-striped chest to look upon his deity such as he was. A wry grin parted his lips as he nodded in agreement. He would destroy, and then they would rebuild. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes - brighter and better than before. As the Lord's flamed settled upon and merge with his own, Gaucho felt a peculiar rummaging in his heart and soul. Almost as if an opening had been created, waiting to be filled. The dun shivered, black ears taking in the God's final words before the fires once again became his own. Another set of eyes? Did that mean his sight would be returned sooner than he thought? No ... such a thing wouldn't have imprinted his soul ... But what did it mean? "Praise the Sun" The dun whispered, rising and turning. His stormy gaze surveyed a landscape free of distractions and other souls. Inhaling deeply, the Wildfire released a victory cry from his dark lips. All he needed was for his family to do their part. Then everything would be complete. Taking to the air, the dun flew for home. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!! |