"Maybe in Heart..." Gaucho offered thoughtfully - the Throat would have been a likely candidate, although he hadn't seen any cactus' that looked like the ones from home. Then again, the climate here was so different, as was the landscape...it was possible that they didn't exist in this part of the globe. But surely there was something similar....
Locoweed
Gaucho's dark ears perked up as the stallion rummaged through his bag. While Gaucho was not a recreational drug users like some people ( *ahem*), he did find the effects of some narcotics very useful in battle. If this one slowed down his mind (not like it was going very fast to begin with), could it do other things? Would pain hurt in the same way? Without hesitation, Gaucho dropped his dark muzzle to where the flowered-vines had fallen. His dark lips pulled them into his mouth quickly, without bothering to even smell them, or see if there were perhaps thistles that needed to be removed.
Bottoms up.
"How long before - " even though Gaucho meant to say 'until it starts', and in his brain he probably thought he did, he stopped mid-sentence, grinning like a loon. He turned his head quickly - too quickly - for the world apparently decided that it didn't feel like keeping up. Slowly the trees rotated into view, which caused Gaucho to take a lumbering and uncoordinated step to the right, to try and compensate. As the world lurched again, Gaucho's wings rose from his sides to try and steady himself, still grinning like a child. He reached out, grabbing a hold of the tree closest to him with his wing, and hugging it to hid flank.
"Good tree -" He mumbled, turning his head with the utmost care (or so he thought) to look at Oxy. He winced slightly, as Oxy duplicated before his eyes. "oooh.." He murmured, impressed with this display of magic. "Neat trick.."
Hey, wasn't there something he wanted to try...? He dug through his thoughts, though it was even harder than normal, as if thinking suddenly was more effort than it was worth. Oh right! Pain!
"Hey. HEY. HEY!" Gaucho began, his voice increasing as if Oxy wasn't listening, though he hadn't bothered to pause to let the stallion respond. "....Hit me.". He concluded in a lower whisper, that stupid grin still plastered on his dark mug. Pushing himself away from the tree, he stood as Oxy had earlier - with his head lowered and legs slightly splayed to aid in balance - though of course, he also had his wings to help with that.
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