The one who spoke in a foreign tongue wanted to know what was wrong. The flames on his wings burned brightly as a frustrated grimace parted his dark lips. What was wrong was this place - like something out of a dream. It all felt familiar, and yet nothing seemed to be. Everywhere he went was the stirring of memory, but remained always out of reach. What was wrong was these two knowing his name, offering titles and places as if they should be meaningful. As if they could mean him. But they couldn't... Gaucho would never have left this place, if he truly had led. And if he had led and left....well, what could that mean?
"The rhaesheser ojil. Everything-."
Before he could say more, the golden one was again speaking, but this time not to him - but to a serpent. Immediately, Mara began to hiss, and wound herself higher in Gaucho's antlers, looking down upon the younger reptile. It would have been a good tactic, to try and use Mara as a sound piece to get Gaucho to understand, where it not for her extreme jealous nature, regarding other creatures of her kind. Venom began to drip from her fangs, as her mouth opened aggressively. Gaucho's ears pinned back partially out of annoyance at the sound his companion was making next to his ears, but mostly due to Aurelia knowing not only his name, but also Mara's.
But she speaks again, this time sounding her name out in easily palatable chunks, and mentioning yewwneekorns. Mara, still unimpressed by the rival snake, briefly tried to show images of the invasion of the Throat, or Mauja disappearing into the dark of night and swell of the waves, but Gaucho was hardly paying attention. Instead, his stormy gaze bore darkly into Aurelia - her flirtatious gaze and golden dapples. How could this youngling know so much?
As Silk moves, Gaucho's gaze is redirected towards him. Were he in a better mindset, he might have appreciated the dark stallion more. For he had offered information, and then simply stood silently. But Gaucho had forgotten whatever diplomacy he had once learned from leading the Throat, and the bombardment of information was far too much for his primitive mind to handle, much less acknowledge. Although Gaucho's wings were already raised - to shed light on the group - they fanned out further as Silk's wings rose.
The dark one who says Gaucho is leader here. The golden girl who knows Mara. The not-kin who does not know.
A feeling of weight and cold began to well inside Gaucho's loins. Something was wrong here. He needed to think, and perhaps with Mara's help, to understand.
With a grunt, Gaucho looked at each of them, committing their faces, and their words to memory. "If you lie - Gaucho find you." He threatened ominously, stormy gaze falling upon Silk. If this was a trick, they would surely pay for it. "Mara no like." He commented gruffly, turning on his dark hocks, and casting a glance towards Aurelia and Shilva. Continuing his turn, his gaze fell briefly upon Cheveyo. If this was a trap, it was strange that she was here. But then again, she was strange on her own...Her markings...her language...But now wasn't the time.
Gaucho's dark flame-tipped wings suddenly came down to his flanks once his back was turned to the group. Although this would normally put him in a defensively awkward position, should one of them choose to attack, it beat the alternative. As Gaucho's wings rose once again, the flames grew brighter, stronger, hotter. As they fell to his sides, a wall of flames erupted from his dark feathers, spreading out across the wet grass, and creating a warm pocket of air upon which he rose.
rhaesheser ojil: The world is wrong.
Poor confused Gaucho. Thanks everyone! <3
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