Bad Trip

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[OPEN] Bad Trip

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

#12

12-23-2013, 01:53 PM

The sound of Oxy's teeth grinding caused an unconscious snarl to part Gaucho's dark lips. He was a creature used to taking what he wanted, should it not be offered willingly; even in times of peace, or at least when aggression wasn't necessarily, the tendency was hard to overcome. Gaucho let the snarl drop from his features as Oxy asked what he knew. This in itself, elicited another unconscious reaction in Gaucho - one that made him lick his lips. What did he know ? Plenty.

"Where Gaucho from...is a kak-tus." He paused, uncertain as to whether the stallion would know the term he was referring to. Assuming that he didn't, Gaucho clarified: "You know - grow where it dry. Spikes on outside? Kak-tus? Inside, is pulp. White and...crisp. Makes lips go -" Gaucho began to smack his lips together, almost as if they were covered in peanut butter, or some other sticky substance. In his antlers, Mara shook her head, mentally communicating the word that he was looking for. "- make lips go nummmmm. Kak-tus make you feel cold inside. But good cold. Let you see things you not normally able to see."

As he concluded, a dopy grin spread across his primitive features, as he remembered going on hunts and into battle, under the influence of the kak-tus. It made pain seem far away, and gave him a crisp sort of understanding of the world, if only for a little while. If you took enough of it though, everything sort of...blurred together in a rainbowy haze.

"What kind in there?" He inquired curiously, trying to peer into the darkness of the satchel, without actually getting too close. What he was really asking, was whether the stallion had enough to share. If there was a snake-egg in there, Gaucho didn't want to break it - and it seemed there was no way he could force the bag away from the stallion's shoulder, without possibly doing just that. So, he'd just have to ask.

Diplomacy was a skill he needed to posses as a Sultan, right? Why not learn now.