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#1


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GAUCHO

I'M THE END OF A HITCHCOCK MOVIE
A LITTLE DARK AND A LOT CONFUSING.


Continued from this thread.



That one look was all it took. It might have taken far less in fact, but Ampere was never one who simply met the minimum. She never just appeared in his thoughts, but instead took center stage. From their very first meeting, their interactions had been anything but casual. Even in situations surrounded by their herd, a part of Gaucho's mind was always focused upon Ampere. What the Wildfire had told Sohalia recently had been true: part of his heart had been won by her, and that position was impregnable. But a creature as primitive and primal as Gaucho, largely driven by carnal desire and instinct, had a lot of heart to go around. And a lot of something else as well. Sohalia owned part of his heart, that was true. But what of the rest of him?

As Ampere's shoulder melded against his, muscle against muscle, Gaucho felt a delicious tug against his mane, drawing his neck inwards, in to her. The movement was one his body readily accepted and yielded to, his direction of flight changing ever so slightly to bring his trajectory closer to her. In a flash of black and blue she was gone, drawn away, leaving only a tantalizing challenge wafting towards him. His gaze sought out her body, finding it appearing above and to the left.

Not for the first time on this flight all thoughts that didn't surround the blue drained from his thoughts, perhaps more easily now that Mara's slumbering mind was not aware of his intentions and so could not chastise him for formulating them. Not even the appearance of his oldest daughter - a physical reminder of the physical passion that had drawn him to Sohalia in the first place - could overcome the force of desire that rose high and heady in his loins, chest, and mind.

He would have her, one way or another.

A decisively determined grin parted Gaucho's dark lips in response to Ampere's question; his eyes alight with passion and need. He was more than up for it.

But of course the million dollar question was "what is the it ? that they were apparently both up for?

Black wings suddenly sought out his flanks with more vigor than was necessary for gentle gliding. Gaucho meant to increase his altitude, decreasing the distance between the two. Ampere was fast, likely just as fast as he if not faster. He had trained his bulk to move with speed, but Ampere's hardened and pragmatically constructed blue-adorned physique seemed to be built for it. Still, should she fly away from him he would enjoy the view, if nothing else.

His attack was reckless, fueled by an intoxicating need to have her close and feel her body against his own. His vision was dizzy with longing, a vignette of desire blackening his peripheral vision and heightening his focus upon her. As he rose, he swayed to the left, gaze focused upon the bouquet of feathers protruding from Ampere's rump. With a beat of his wings he tried to bring himself forwards while maintaining his position just to the right of her rump. Oddly white teeth reached out from behind his black lips, trying to find purchase on the skin just in front of her outcropping of dorsal feathers. At the same time his left front leg stretched out, meaning to catch Ampere's back right, so that it couldn't retract and kick. Should she struggle enough, the spikes that encircled his shoulders might find their way into her flesh. His right wing beat harder to try and keep his body aligned more or less next to hers. He yearned to feel the bristle of her tail and its assortment of feathers against his chest and shoulders, to meld the blue stripes that fanned across his chest with her body. Was his blue the same as hers?

Where Sohalia's body was pristine and petite, Ampere's was hardened and marred by blue. Where Sohalia was soft and supple, Ampere was hard and demanding.

It hadn't even occurred to Gaucho to ask Ampere what she thought of all this. He knew, somehow, that the burning thrill that pulsed and pumped through his entire body radiated equally in hers as well. Perhaps were his burned and ignited hers sparked and fizzled with electricity, but it came down to the same thing.

Didn't it?





Setting: flying over the Island (still during Frostfall). The air is clear, but chilly.

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#2

THERE'S A STORM WARNING JUST FOR YOU


It began as it usually did with him, a jump in her pulse. She could feel the body of her heart pushing against the confines of its bony cage, each beat a crescendo against the door, each pump an exaltation of injustice at confinement. This thrill, this need, it lived inside of her, was her. Even so she relished it all the more when she felt it surround her, the way she did now, the way she did with him. Maybe that's all he was to her, the surge of life she was always looking for. If she was an adrenaline junkie, was it so bad that he was her fix?

Was he more?

It had never been put to the test. Even this was an unknown place for both of them to walk together. Ampere decided rather strongly that she'd enjoy it for however long the trail lasted, seeing to the journey rather than the destination. She was following that white rabbit to wherever it might lead, if only it would make the trip longer.

She didn't need a name for whatever they were, or even what they wanted to be. All she needed was him, and she had him.

Fly she willed herself, wings cutting down sharply in response to the power of his own. Still, he came, his might more agile than most thought, including herself - he usually let her fly ahead, it made her think she was fast. She was fast, but so was he. Given time she would probably out fly him, just because she didn't have the mass to hurl around the whole time, but she didn't think this would boil down to a waiting game. A couple hits from him and she'd be finished, after all there was more to his muscles than just making him look good. Besides, patience wasn't her top skill.

He arrived behind her in a display of fire and sex. How many times had she envisioned him in that exact location? Too often some snide part of her replied, while another winked at him under the lashes of her tail.
"Too soon," she breathed, unheard over the scream of the wind as they shot through the sky, each pursuing each other in a tangle of feathers and hooves. He couldn't catch her yet, so she folded her left wing faintly, which made her body dip away from him. Her rump rolled just underneath the stretch of his teeth, but his legs still locked against hers, so gentle it left little more than a bit of bruised skin. It'd be a nice reminder of that tantalizing moment when she got to feel him, but it wasn't enough, and then her leg had slipped free, all bone and ligament in his butterfly grasp.

For a brief flash she turned enough that she was looking up at him, and that moment seemed too last so long and yet so short, and then there was nothing but sky. Ampere came out of her fall after two spins to the left, her wing flicking back out after some effort. She snapped them down, trying to race after Gaucho before he got much distance between them.

Electricity ran in all of them, in all things. She could feel it humming beneath the rush of his blood, a language of synapses and energy. Her magic went out like an invisible hand to brush over those chords of his body, as if to strum on them like an instrument. She selected the part that was his wings, bidding them to slow, to feel her resistance. She hoped it'd buy her enough time to pull up to him, her left shoulder near his right flank. As much as she wanted to linger there, to drape herself across his coup, she needed to keep her momentum. Her speed was her singular ally against this titan and the only thing that would give her power in this battlefield of sky and clouds. So though she carried tenderness in her heart, her front hooves aimed like a pouncing wildcat against the robustness of his right ass, and then she was off to her right, using him like a spring board if she could.

Not too far though, she wanted to be close enough to taunt him with another flash of eyes.

All the safeguards and barricades she fortified herself with were cast aisde. Gone were the promises and the friendships, be they to herself or others surely more important. The flames on the edges of his wings weren't harmless after all; they burned away the world so that only he remained, capturing her fully in his light, instilling inside of her his heat.

She could live in a world like that.



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#3


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GAUCHO

I'M THE END OF A HITCHCOCK MOVIE
A LITTLE DARK AND A LOT CONFUSING.


Of course she didn't linger long. He hadn't expected her to, although he couldn't deny that he felt a sense of disappointment grip and pull at his chest as she rolled away, the enigmatic blue of her limbs no longer pressed against his own. Had some part of him thought she would halt, put aside the game they had started for a different one? One that surely they had both thought of playing many times? I'll let you in on a little secret, one that likely only Mara knows, for Gaucho would never admit to such a thing: while part of him was disappointed to see the Blue go, part of him was relieved. Had Ampere stayed and had their lust pulled them from the sky to the land, drowning them in a flurry of feathers and excitement, then what? What would the moment after hold? As it was, an absurd amount of sexual tension still thrummed around the two like some innate force each time they were near to one another (and half the time even when they weren't). It should have broken long before now but it hadn't. To allow that force, so strong, robust, and determined to shatter over and around them as they succumbed to their base desires and longings for one another would be to invite disaster. The unknown. Would they be lovers? Or would the heat of the moment cool so quickly that the mere sight of one another would suddenly have the opposite effect; they would continue to mentally groan in the presence of the other, but now for quite different reasons.

Was the desire to fuel and release the fire burning within their bellies worth the risk?

Funny. If you were to ask Mara what she thought on the matter, she might begrudgingly point out that if Gaucho was only interested in Ampere sexually these thoughts wouldn't even concern him. And usually when the thought of losing someone overcomes one's desire to simply possess them ... well usually we call that something different. Something like love.

As she rolled beneath him the moment which stretched out for her continued in regular time for him, allowing Gaucho only a brief window to peer into the electric sparkle of her gaze before she had come out of her spin. His large wings beat energetically as he tried to put more distance between the two. Ampere was likely faster than he, but perhaps if he could siphon off some of that speed by forcing her to waste it catching up to him, they would be on equal footing. Gaucho felt an odd tingling racing through what felt like the very flesh of his wings. It felt cold and hindering, as if he was suddenly flying through an invisible blizzard. But Ampere didn't have frost magic, did she? What.. ? As much as he strained to continue beating his wings at their previous rate, his body wouldn't listen. It was as though the mental commands were taking their time reaching his limbs, and in turn, his limbs were taking their time reacting. Snorting, Gaucho tossed his head and shoulders as if that somehow would break the hold that had fallen over his wings, but to no avail.

He could both hear and see her gaining on him due to the reduction of his speed, and it became clear that whatever power had slowed his flight had been her doing. Clenching his teeth, both annoyed and amused by his opponent's tactical advantage, Gaucho decided to find out if her hold was merely over his muscle. As his wings moved towards his hooves and out again with painful slowness an arc of fire exploded from his already flaming feathers. He might not be able to outdistance her at this rate, but there was more that he could do to quickly change his position. As the warm air rose all around him Gaucho tucked his left wing to his flank as Ampere's outstretched hooves raced towards his right. The fiery air tilted and raised his body, moving him up and to the left. It was just enough to avoid the full extent of Ampere's hooves. He felt the hardened curve of her hooves slam against his right thigh, causing the muscle to clench and groan in pain, further shoving him left.

Allowing his body to naturally curve around to the left, Gaucho felt his wings becoming more and more responsive. Tilting his body backwards slightly, he beat his wings once again issuing another wall of flames to flow, directed where Ampere had likely ricocheted from him. He hoped the heat from his flames would balance whatever power she had used upon him, buying him time until his wings were fully under his control once again.




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#4

THERE'S A STORM WARNING JUST FOR YOU


Could it even be a possibility that they would cool off, given that of the two of them, one burned eternal? Whatever storms she might deliver, rain, lightning, or lust, he was a fire-starter; like a phoenix he would rise, again and again, to set them ablaze. His was the light that led them in the moments of darkness that pursued her brilliant, albeit brief, flashes of electricity. His was the heat that seared their hearts in the wake of her passion that moved in and out with the tides. Together they could never travel in the night and the cold.

To an outsider they might seem to share too much, destined to clash rather than melt and meld. She had thought so too, once. It's not so simple with them though. They were opposing forces in more ways than one, rivals rather than twins. Time and time again he matched her intensity with his fortitude, her change with his steadiness. He was the shore and she the sea, without either of whom the world couldn't be.

Then again, Gaucho was more than capable of fighting fire with fire. In fact he usually chose to fight with fire regardless of his opponent.

The flames were beautiful as they ignited with his down stroke, moving like molten water in the eddies of wind. Their light blossomed upon her dark hide, glinting along the patterns of her muscle, reflecting in her sweat that beaded out more under the warm onslaught. Ampere was afforded these moments of appreciation, because there was little else she could do; her body was already set on its path. Though her wings struggled to redirect the air, trying to scoop it back beneath her, tail fanned out to slow herself, body tensing in an attempt to retreat, she was powerless to physics.

Her movements did decelerate somewhat, while Gaucho's sped him up, causing him to drift away from her with little more than a pat on the ass (as if they were playing football and not love and war). Her failure, coupled with her scramble to reverse, caused her to fall rather than shove away from him. He gave her some spring, but the aim was ruined, the momentum lost and absorbed by him rather than returned. Her wings floundered, limbs uselessly kicking. There was nothing to find purchase on in this battlefield of sky however, so she was left to depend on the strength of her appendages and little else. Thankfully she was nearly religious with training, but even so she was not as strong as he was, her speed her savior.

Gnashing her teeth in frustration Ampere chose not to fight the wind, not needing another foe in this moment. So she relaxed and went with her fall, using the speed of her descent to swing into a glide on her outstretched wings. She didn't want to, but she also didn't have much choice given the wall of flame he left for her. As it was she barely avoided the oncoming inferno, her back fetlocks and tail carrying cinders as she dropped down and right, legs outstretched with phantom instinct to run. The nuggets of flame tore away her already burnt colored hide, exposing the flesh just beneath the hair. It burned cold when the wind snapped over it, and her singed tail smelled, but it was little more than an annoyance as she cut through the sky in pursuit.

Ampere was not fond of long distance battles. She usually kept close, relying on her agility and speed to land dozens of blows while her enemy managed one. This airborne tit for tat was draining. So much work to catch him, only to land meager swings. She didn't want to harm him necessarily, but she wanted to impress him - the time for gentle touches would come soon enough, now she needed to electrify him, otherwise he'd slip away from her again.

Grunting, Ampere followed his trail from below, swerving by whatever clouds she could find, pulling them to her in newly formed balls of static as she went. She'd given up on testing her speed against his, time to bring him to her.

Two lightning dragons were sent to him, their speed unrivaled given their pure energy and hollow mass. She intended them to fly in front of Gaucho, to drive him back, or slow him, unless he wanted to risk a burn of his own from their electrical bodies. Meanwhile she kept flying, trying to shoot up from beneath his left forehand, teeth prepared to grab at his face while forehooves unfurled to batter at his chest. Hopefully her dragons would distract him enough that he wouldn't notice until she was there.

Come on big boy, let's really fight.



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D: 0/0
W: 798/800

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#5


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GAUCHO

I'M THE END OF A HITCHCOCK MOVIE
A LITTLE DARK AND A LOT CONFUSING.


Love or not, some emotions are simply too strong. Some recede quietly, like pride or contemplation, allowing themselves to simply exert their force in a way that isn't forceful or lively to the mind. Others however, like rage or jealousy demand attention and the mind's spotlight. But passion...Passion and desire burned with a fire all of their own. They were stoked by the very sight of the blue mare, and fed by each heavy breath drawn into the WildFire's lungs. Rationality was lost - dispersed on the breeze like each arc of fire that Gaucho sent Ampere's way. Just as those flames did not stop Ampere coming, neither would they quell the rebellion against the rational. It was all lost - Sohalia, his offspring, whatever pledges he might have implicitly made to the white mare - gone like pollen on the breeze. Gaucho wanted what he wanted, and in the moment the recklessness of what might come next seemed entirely justified. He wanted it. Wanted Ampere.

Slowly the motion of his wings became his own again, and the appendages moved easily in the air. It was just in time too, for creatures the likes of which he had only seen once came hurtling his direction. Composed out of electricity rather than flesh, the beasts appeared to be dragons. In his antlers Mara hissed fiercely. Her only interaction with dragons had ended rather poorly, when Tinek tried to throw her off of a cliff. This was something she certainly wasn't a fan of. As the creatures drew near, Gaucho, who was not normally one to retreat from battle ceased moving forward. If they were anything like the creatures he could create out of fire there would be no besting them - they were not real in the sense that they could not be intimidated or feel pain. Snorting as the sheer size of the creations became fully apparent, Gaucho stalled in the air. Pouring from his antlers came a blue/black smoke that quickly lit on fire. Two dragons of his own appeared. They were not nearly as large as those constructed by Ampere, but perhaps they would do. Gaucho didn't know what would happen when literal flames met electricity, but he wasn't about to stick around to find out.

As his creatures dove towards those of Ampere's, Gaucho leaned to the left, meaning to sharply decrease his altitude. Ampere's strategy worked a little too well perhaps, for while the dragons did succeed in stopping and distracting him, he was entirely too distracted to realize that Ampere was nearly underneath him. As his left wing curled towards his flank allowing his body to lean to the left, he felt as though the air had suddenly become stagnant and hard as his body turned. Ampere's hooves slammed against (and just behind) his left shoulder (avoiding the spiked collar he wore), while her teeth found the flesh of his cheek. Startled by the force of an impact he hadn't seen coming, Gaucho squealed in surprise more than pain as his wings fought to regain control of a dive that had turned into more of a belly flop.

Although the pain that ebbed up his shoulder was distracting, it couldn't divert Gaucho's attention from the overwhelming closeness of Ampere. He could smell her sex, and sweat, and strength, and the aroma invigorated his senses and quickened his pulse. Now that she was close he wouldn't let her get away.

His wings angled to try and force her to stay beneath him. If nothing else his constant flapping would hopefully make it difficult to fly past him given the differences in their sizes and respective wingspans. With a squeal that indicated neither pain nor exhaustion, Gaucho tried to position himself on her right side (although her backside was where he ideally wanted to be), his wings driving his muscular frame to remain as close to her as possible. His teeth sought out the skin of her wither, trying to bite the blue-black flesh as his left knee tried to press against the curve of her ribs. If he had placed himself well enough his wingspan would cover her own, likely forcing her to either roll out from under him or be guided downwards.

His tail lashed with an inflamed sexual frustration as his mind fought his primitive urge to let her slip in front of him just enough that he could grab a hold of her black hips, her tail feathers be damned. With a ragged breath that seemed to scream of his intentions, Gaucho continued to try and force the mare down. His vision swam with a current of black mane, and he could feel himself drowning in the scent of sweat and sexuality (which seemed to smell very similar).



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#6

THERE'S A STORM WARNING JUST FOR YOU


The static dragons broke apart the instant Ampere drew up Gaucho's side, their energy and control fizzling away into stray pops. His dragons would find no foe, although might chase those scraps long enough to similarly extinguish. Ampere needed all of the focus she could muster for her attack; a cumulative effort of her tact and strength.

It wasn't enough.

For all her effort she barely tapped him, nearly doing more damage to herself as his collar all but tore a chunk out of her, a handy accessory that she should have been more than aware of given her daily studying of his pectorals.

Frustration set in the edge of her jaw, teeth clenching tight against the taste of failure. This entire fight had been nothing more than a game, one which she wasn't sure she was winning (depending on which rules were regarded she was in fact, winning). She should have taken their playful scuffle as just that, but she felt this insurmountable sensation that he wouldn't take her seriously, that none of them would. That she couldn't even bloody him when she tried was another exhausting example of her insufficiency, or so she felt.

Given her partner she should have been happy with her accomplishments, but Ampere didn't consider his might as a pardon for their titty slapping. This was because Ampere was inclined to blame herself, but it was especially because if Gaucho was the pinnacle of her fighting career, then she wanted to perch on its summit. Ampere's ambition and competitive drive told her she could get there, so when she couldn't, even with the weight of all her resolve behind it, it was deflating.

It was like Oxy taking that egg from her all over again.

At most all she'd done was confuse Gaucho, his outcry ringing in her ears given their close proximity, a distance maintained as his wings corralled her head and beat her senses. Her own dark set of wings flapped to regain the air, but Gaucho had the upper wing, the wind, and the size to position her as he saw fit. In a different scenario she would have reveled in this, but in the moment she was disgusted with herself and furious with him. He wasn't Gaucho any more, he was just a challenge she was facing, and struggling against.

Was that all he had always been? Was Gaucho nothing more than her ultimate test, the perfect trifecta of her life's main avenues - the fighting ring, the bedroom, and the strength of will? Had the magnetism that drew her to him time and time again been nothing other than a need to conquer him, and in so, herself?

An indignant squeal rose from her at his touch. Resisting it and his control she jerked up into him, causing his teeth to snap against the folds of her flesh as they set down. Hair and hide tore away, while his knee jabbed in-between her ribs, forcing a bruise and shoving out some breath; another casualty of her recklessness. Amid the fray of their ensnared dance, her wing jabbed and stuck against something. Most likely she'd tangled it among his wing, which she hoped hurt him just as much. Hastily, almost hysterical, she tore it back down. A ligament within her right wing seemed to catch on fire when she did that, reigniting with each upstroke.

"Damnit!" she cursed. With her wrath she was becoming more foolish and unlikely to arise victorious, but she didn't see that. Instead she struck out, a last ditch effort as she bit towards his left foreleg, careless of her head in doing so.

Wind hissed between her teeth as she grit against the pain, steadily dropping and winding back towards the ground in a rightward spin, her bad wing guarded. Dark smoke poured from her tail and ignited into a dragon as she went, the sound of shattering gemstone lost in the breeze. Her spark amulet activated, fueled by the conviction coursing through her, and turned Gaucho's magic against him. The inferno dragon sped towards Gaucho's left side to try and snarl against his flesh before snuffing out.

Ampere laughed as she descended. It allowed her to release her rage, accepting failure as the heat of the moment burned away. In its wake she was raw and sensitive, her emotions prickling like numbness reviving. She hadn't expected to defeat him the first time, though... it would have been nice.

There's always the bedroom, she thought devilishly, certain she could be victor there. As she fell she remembered his touch; a new moment heating up.

Was their relationship as cold cut as she had considered, or was it stronger, deeper, warmer?

Did she love him?
Could she love him?



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W: 799/800

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#7


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GAUCHO

I'M THE END OF A HITCHCOCK MOVIE
A LITTLE DARK AND A LOT CONFUSING.


The Wildfire felt blood taint the salty taste that had previously been on his lips, as his teeth abruptly clamped together on flesh and hair. The taste was bitter and metallic and mildly annoying as he felt his tongue begin to faintly throb, having bit it in the process. He could still taste Ampere's salty sweat, but now it was overshadowed and diluted by fur and blood. He did not want to taste mere morsels of her. He wanted her in her entirety. This dance was only serving to further frustrate Gaucho, who was nearly dizzy and blind with desire. A tap here, a nudge there, a small nip - it wasn't enough. Now that he had been this close to her, had himself nearly on top of her, it would never be enough. He had taken too much to stop now. He needed all of it, needed all of her.

He felt his knee connect with her side, and immediately following felt her wing briefly berating his own. The Wildfire watched as black and blue feathers suddenly parted his own, a wonderful combination of two opposing colours - two opposing forces - coming together. His flames highlighted the blue of her feathers, drowning and covering with his light, as he wished to drown and cover her on the ground. However the beauty of it, perhaps appropriately, was suddenly accompanied by an annoying twinge of pain as his wing was forced into an awkward position. It didn't hurt quite as badly as hers might have for his wings were far larger and her frantic upward stroke was not nearly powerful enough to do lasting damage, yet it did serve as a successful distraction. Pulling his eyes from where their wings had touched as Ampere's teeth snagged against the barred skin of his left foreleg, Gaucho squealed in pain, his leg rising towards his blue-striped chest. He might have struck out towards her but for her dive away from him. Gaucho's dark ears perked forward as his larger body happily began to plummet after hers. She was after all headed in the direction he had intended her to go all along.

Flying swiftly after her, fueled by a heady desire to reach the ground, Gaucho barely had any time to react to what was happening. He had never really watched the smoke pour from his antlers, for often it was ignited before it even reached his field of vision. Gaucho didn't feel terror, only confusion. This was his magic, and yet it was coming from her. His primitive instincts completely swamped his confusion however, forcing his body to roll to the right but he was far too late. He had been following Ampere too close to have any hope of avoiding the creature. Besides, he knew how these fire wraiths worked - they were fast and they were hot. Gaucho felt a wall of warmth aid in shoving his larger body to the right, but it only remained helpful for a second. The air temperature rose, causing Gaucho to call out with a painful squeal as the dragon soared into his outstretched left wing, shoving his body violently to the right with a blistering hot current of air and completely obliterating his spin. The flames on Gaucho's wings suddenly roared to life joining with the fire of the dragon and making Gaucho appear to literally be composed of fire as he was momentarily engulfed. However this brief flare of fire lasted only for a moment as Gaucho's dark body fell away from the cloud of heat and magic. His wings spread out from his flanks instinctively catching him before he could continue to fall, although his descent was haphazard. His left wing felt raw and tender, but in fact the burns were not so deep. Parts of his flesh where the creature had directly hit - the greater part of his left shoulder and wing joint - would likely blister. The dark hair there had already fused together from the heat and would probably fall off within a few days. Yet the left side of his body felt like it had been severely burned. Gaucho who had in fact never been burned by fire before (rather ironically given how much burning he did), clenched his teeth together as he forced his body to glide. His left wing screamed its desire to disobey but was ignored. Sweat broke out on Gaucho's brow to accompany the foam that already lined his chest and behind his legs with the effort. But there was no choice here - it was either fly, or fall.

Likely there would be no choice with Ampere on the ground either.

He had already fallen.



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By my verdict: GAUCHO is the winner!

GAUCHO
Realism [+3]
:: Post 2, I would have liked to have Gaucho take slightly more damage or maybe describe the damage more thoroughly.
:: I liked that he used his fire in the cold air to change his flight patterns. Good!
:: Throughout the fight, I would have liked to see more consideration to the energy and power it would take for Gaucho to change directions in the air as he flew.


Emotion [+2]
:: Good. The sexual tension throughout was palpable, and you managed to maintain a good sense of Gaucho struggling between being the warrior he is and forgetting the fight to take to other activities.


Prose [+3.5]
:: Perhaps were his burned and ignited hers sparked and fizzled with electricity, Where


Readability [+3]
:: No comments or concerns

Finally tally: 54.5+(11.5*2)= 77.5HP

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AMPERE
Realism [+3.5]
:: Post 2, excellent ruminations on the art of freefall and the effects of the wind on her flight.
:: I liked that you had her wing caught up in his in your final post. I thought it was really reasonable, considering their positioning.
:: Throughout the fight, I would have liked to see more consideration to the energy and power it would take for Ampere to change directions in the air as he flew.


Emotion [+2]
:: I loved the way her emotions changed towards the end of the fight, more frustrated than sexual, and then changing to rumination on what their relationship was. I felt the change really embodied Ampere’s personality.


Prose [+3]
:: that moment seemed too last so long and yet so short To
:: As much as she wanted to linger there, to drape herself across his coup Croup, I presume


Readability [+2]
:: Post 1, I had a hard time understanding Ampere’s movements from the moment she folded her left wing until the time she unfurled her wing again.

Finally tally: 39.5+(10.5*2)= 60.5HP


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