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Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004

Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE

Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd

02-04-2013, 12:47 PM (This post was last modified: 02-04-2013, 12:48 PM by Gaucho.)

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With fire to keep us warm & tools we made from rocks and bones
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A confused look graced Gaucho's stoic features. Who is Kri? he wondered. Was she their leader? Gaucho had only met three residents of the Throat so far, yet Levi had accepted him automatically in the Threshold, without even a moments notice. Why did this wolf need permission, and he didn't? Was it because she was a wolf? Or that he was a pegasus? Grunting as he tried to think, he recalled that he had seen many pegasi' in the Throat, and almost nothing else. Aryel, Levi, and Midas had all been winged, perhaps it was simply a right of his breed, that he could join the Throat? Even so, he stored the name Kri for later investigation. If even if did not need her permission to join the Throat, he would still like to meet his queen, and swear his allegiance in person.

"I no-no Kri - either" He admitted with a shrug, looking down at the wolf. He found that he liked this creature - although she surely knew more words than he did, he found he could still understand her relatively easily. He also liked the idea of sparring with another species. If she wanted to be a part of the Throat, did she also want to be a warrior? Or simply to dwell in the warmth of the desert? Tilting his head, the antlers feeling more and more comfortable on his skull, he snorted. "Gaucho warrior. Ayaka warrior? Ayaka spar?"

Looking around, the Heavenly Fields, while incredibly warm given their altitude, would make a fine place to spar. The ground was soft and lush, and the area that they were in was relatively flat. He felt rising excitement as he considered battle, always liking a challenge. Looking back down to the wolf, his steely gaze cast over her soft russet fur. Even if she was looking to be a warrior, not every creature was constantly looking for practise, as Gaucho was.