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01-06-2015, 01:10 AM
GAUCHO
And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good
And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good
Whatever passes over Bucephalus' features is lost upon the dun who cannot see it. Mara's gaze (and therefore his own) is focus intently upon the babe. As Alija announced Buce the father, the Wildfire merely grunts. He had suspected as much, and part of it pleased Gaucho. Creating a foundation with a mare here and creating a foal was a good way to solidify his loyalty to the Throat. And yet .. hadn't there been that strange purple hybrid at their borders only a few days prior? Wasn't she too screaming Buce's name? Frowning Gaucho said nothing.
As long as Buce could keep everything together it was none of his concern.
"Praise the Sun." He said finally to Alija, his voice warm and genuine. His dark ears flickered at Sikeax's comment, and his antlered crown nodded. Although the moment didn't seem particularly private to him (although Gaucho was not necessarily one for private moments), he was happy to move on. He also wasn't one for new born babies.
"A son." He grunted in Buce's direction as his large body pivoted neatly on the sands. "Good."
Nostril's flaring he followed in the wake of his Sun Physician. He was confident that if Alija had needed healing the pale mare would have stayed. That she was departing already was a good sign for the health of both mother and foal.
How many youths did that make here now? 4? 5? Briefly his mind flickered to Ampere and her growing flanks. Would more soon add to their numbers? Where had his gladiator his herself? Their coupling had ended so quickly and he had not had a chance to see her since.
Was it intentional? Was she avoiding him? After seasons of striving to find one another, was all it took their one meager meeting to dispel with whatever blossomed between them?
As long as Buce could keep everything together it was none of his concern.
"Praise the Sun." He said finally to Alija, his voice warm and genuine. His dark ears flickered at Sikeax's comment, and his antlered crown nodded. Although the moment didn't seem particularly private to him (although Gaucho was not necessarily one for private moments), he was happy to move on. He also wasn't one for new born babies.
"A son." He grunted in Buce's direction as his large body pivoted neatly on the sands. "Good."
Nostril's flaring he followed in the wake of his Sun Physician. He was confident that if Alija had needed healing the pale mare would have stayed. That she was departing already was a good sign for the health of both mother and foal.
How many youths did that make here now? 4? 5? Briefly his mind flickered to Ampere and her growing flanks. Would more soon add to their numbers? Where had his gladiator his herself? Their coupling had ended so quickly and he had not had a chance to see her since.
Was it intentional? Was she avoiding him? After seasons of striving to find one another, was all it took their one meager meeting to dispel with whatever blossomed between them?
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