As Oxy laughed, time seemed to warp and twist itself, causing Gaucho's face to distort in horror. The stallion's horns appeared to twist with the sound - which was drawn out, and somehow lowered. What...happening to him? Gaucho wondered, as the creature stumbled forward, still laughing.
Unlike his normal state, wherein he was battle-ready at the drop of a pin, Gaucho was totally unprepared. Even drugged like this, you'd think that after just telling someone to hit him, he'd be expecting a punch. But no, no. Not Gaucho, and not after Oxy's weird laugh - later, he would wonder if that wasn't some sort of trick that the stallion used, much like his ability to duplicate himself. For a fleeting moment, he would consider how useful that would be in battle, before the memory would completely disappear from his thoughts.
Now however, as this boulder of a stallion rushed forward, Gaucho was caught off guard. He grunted loudly as Oxy's shoulder impacted his own. Luck was on Oxy's side, as had Gaucho's leather band of spikes been extended, he would have had quite the puncture wound. As it was now, it was merely muscle meeting muscle. A masculine pulse suddenly inflamed Gaucho's chest, for it wasn't often that another male was able to get quite so close to him. For a moment, his mind was confused by the startling similarity this feeling had, to when he was in close proximity to a mare. Lustful urges (perhaps thankfully) were eradicated by that weird slow laugh again, as Oxy began to speak.
Okay, okay. Me now.
You don't have to ask Gaucho twice.
Backing up slightly, Gaucho tried to cry out - but it sounded like a paradigmatic comic 'neigh' sound, as he hurtled himself forward. As his front leg tried to bring him closer to Oxy, his hoof caught underneath the root of the tree which had previously been providing such good support, causing him to trip. As he did, his whole body flailed forward, wings and all, crashing to the ground at Oxy's hooves. Gaucho couldn't tell if he had in fact manage to hit the stallion on his descent, or if the pain he felt was simply from the fall. As he looked up, not making any attempt to stand, he suddenly gaped, awestruck.
Perhaps he hit his head a little too hard, or maybe it was the drugs (likely a combination of both) but the sky above suddenly appeared to be bursting with light. Gaucho's blue-gray gaze widened, his jaw going slack with amazement. "Look! Sky!" He mumbled, pointing upwards with a hoof, as he wriggled on the ground, still making no attempt to get up.
"Look like Sun God having a party..."
Scooting his large hind-end in the moss and dirt, Gaucho appeared to be making himself right at home, flat on his back staring up into the canopy of trees where, only the smallest pinpoints of light could be seen.
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