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A pound of flesh | Healer, open
Ascended Helovian

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
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Gravedigger, when you dig my grave can you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain..


As Aryel approached, even with his tired eyes, he could sense that something about her had changed. Perhaps it was because the last time he saw her, she was drenched by the rain, and only backlit by the stormy skies and yet...Yet given how their bodies had come together and collided so intimately during their spar, he was sure he would have noticed the markings on her wings. Perhaps not the feather which now hung from her mane, but definitely the markings. With a snort, he turned his massive frame to face her, gazing down with his stoic gaze, yet he appeared warmer; softer somehow. What happened? By her tone of voice, Gaucho could tell she was worried, though he couldn't understand why. He was in their homeland, with no threats or invaders within eyesight - why would she be worried? Because of his nose? Bah. Wrapped in his antlers, was a white snake, who before Java had moved, was merely sunning herself. Her black eyes caught the movement, and instinctively she rose up Gaucho's antlers, wrapping herself around the tines until she was as high as she could go. Sticking out her forked tongue, she scented the air, eying the bat with a hungry interest. Her mind, in many ways, was more advanced than her bonded's, and she wondered if he would mind if she ate the bat as a snack.

Gaucho, ignored Mara completely. Although their mental bond had formed, it was still a rather alien presence in his mind, a weight that he wasn't sure how to manage. "Gaucho spar with archeebaaalt" He confessed, imaging the larger draft with a grunt. He had never sparred with an attacker larger than he - much less one with magic! Although Gaucho had found a plethora of useful items on his return, antlers, magic, and Mara, he was still unsure how he had managed to placate the larger stallion. Focusing on Aryle, unable to see the predatory gaze in Mara's black eyes, he wrinkled his nose. "Gaucho need healer."

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Messages In This Thread
A pound of flesh | Healer, open - by Gaucho - 02-21-2013, 05:01 PM
RE: A pound of flesh | Healer, open - by Aryel - 02-21-2013, 05:42 PM
RE: A pound of flesh | Healer, open - by Gaucho - 02-21-2013, 11:01 PM
RE: A pound of flesh | Healer, open - by Aryel - 02-22-2013, 05:43 PM
RE: A pound of flesh | Healer, open - by Gaucho - 02-22-2013, 06:31 PM
RE: A pound of flesh | Healer, open - by Onni - 02-24-2013, 01:54 AM
RE: A pound of flesh | Healer, open - by Aryel - 02-24-2013, 09:24 AM
RE: A pound of flesh | Healer, open - by Gaucho - 02-24-2013, 08:20 PM
RE: A pound of flesh | Healer, open - by Onni - 03-14-2013, 02:33 PM

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