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Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
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Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
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08-05-2016, 09:00 AM

A kick in the teeth is good for some
A kiss with a fist is better than none




The labyrinth was a maze of shifting colours and hallucinogenic barriers, and so when the brightly coloured bird flew towards him, cawing his name, the dun hardly noticed. Hadn’t the world been whispering to him lately? Hadn’t he seen ghosts of his youth ? What was one more greenish blob of paint, in this sea of spilled ink?

His mind no longer knew what was real and what wasn’t. That was the problem with madness, even hindsight had lost the shimmer of reality. There were moments when he thought he could see the truth, but more often than not, the world was like looking at sunlight hitting smoke - the light splintered and fractured, and you could never quite tell what was going to burn you.

He’sssss realllll Mara hissed in Gaucho’s mind as the dun began to turn away from the bird. Gaucho hadn’t much experience with Kygo, and so didn’t immediately recognize him as Ampere’s companion. Though, had he been fully lucid, he likely would have.

Real? So? Gaucho mentally replied. What did it matter?

Ampere! Vorsa trilled in response. The phoenix had risen away so that she would not burn the newly settled parrot who had taken her spot in Gaucho’s antlers. Now, she fluttered before Gaucho, her bright stare trying to force its way into his own much darker gaze. But she and Mara felt the effects of the parasite in Gaucho’s brain but couldn’t find a way to communicate it to the dun. More often than not they had a hard time convincing him that they were real. After all, voices in your mind were usually things which should not be trusted.

However Ampere’s name, if nothing else, was one word which seemed to draw comprehension from the dun. The blue was the reason he was here, after all. Wasn’t it?

”Wh- where he began to say, then realized he didn’t know who he was talking to. With a snort, Gaucho shook his antlered skull as if trying to force the apparition of who his companions spoke into his line of sight.

”WHERE.” He bellowed suddenly, wings shooting from his flanks, wrongfully assuming that because the bird had flown here (how else would a parrot have gotten to him?) that he would have to fly to Ampere.

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Life is a drink, and love's a drug - by Gaucho - 08-04-2016, 06:30 PM
RE: Life is a drink, and love's a drug - by Gaucho - 08-05-2016, 09:00 AM

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