It's not hard to live like a ghost.
I just haunt all that I wanted, and leave what I don't.</style>
On days such as this one, Helovians such as Seele and Eris should count themselves magnificently lucky, that Hector come out the victor, in the spare between himself and Gaucho, last season. Were that not the case, in Kri and Sumati's absence, they might have instead found themselves nose to nose with Gaucho. I'm sure we can all imagine what a mess that would be.
See-el?
Ass-eye-lem?
So be very glad, ladies, that the orange giant is the one to greet you, and not Gaucho.
Even so, the barbarian is not far. He patrols the skies, faithful and dedicated to his pursuits as ever. Hector's movements below do not go unnoticed, and Gaucho turns in the air to watch as the younger stallion descends to greet the two newest arrivals. Want safety? Gaucho thinks of the two, mentally prodding Mara for confirmation. Sleepily, for the cold is an enemy of the cold-blooded, Mara's black gaze surveys below. SssSssssssS She returns; No. Mentally, the snake focuses on the lack of fear worn upon their brows, and their nourished bodies. If they were here for safety, they would be starving. Afraid. Grunting in agreement, Gaucho glided above where Hector had begun to converse with the two.
The bay did not descend however, instead he merely circled in the air space above, a healthy distance away. So far up as to not cause a noticeable disturbance and just far enough, that should he need to dive down to escort the two out, his momentum would be dangerous. He let loose a loud and formidable cry to Hector, identifying his presence to his superior (Thought surely heck-turr was already aware), and the unspoken understanding that Gaucho was there, should his aid be required.
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