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03-08-2015, 09:29 PM
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The relief that Gaucho did not think less(or if he did, the dun hid it well) of the Morningstar was clear on his face, and he dipped his head low to his Sultan as those flaming feathers arched closer. He straightened when the wings of the Wildfire moved away, a smile lightening his features. "There is always work to be done, no? I like to be kept busy." Towers to be build, pillars, wall and armors... oh hell Bucephalus died and went to heaven. As it was, he tilted his head, studying Gaucho, then moved closer, steps light before he moved around Gaucho, a noise in his throat. Then he stopped in front of the Wildfire, gold eyes light with excitement. "First things first, perhaps we should finally get our Sultan outfitted with armor, no?" He grinned, gaze flickering over Gaucho again, a thoughtful hum in his throat. "Did you have something in mind? Or may I get creative with it?" He could create... he could build again, make things of beautiful devastation... And he didn't have to give a single damn what anyone thought anymore. Of course he wished those that doubted him could see that he merely wished to help his herd, to throw his heart and soul into whatever job he would be placed in, whether it be as a leader, overseer or a mere crafter. Of course he doubted they would see this, perhaps some of them would see Bucephalus's resignation as a victory, a confirmation that they were right in believing he was ill-suited for the position. The black could honestly not care at all. Gaucho seemed to understand him on this, and that was what mattered to the Morningstar. Bucephalus
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