Gaucho's dark ears pinned against his skull. The idea of leaving this mare here seemed better and better all the time. She probably wouldn't infect too many if he - SSSSTOP Mara hissed angrily in his antlers, cutting off this line of thought. Bring her to ssssafety. Although Gaucho knew his companion was right, the more she flapped her lips, the less he felt inclined to comply. He would of course, but he didn't have to like it.
"Gaucho start army." He clarified with a cold scowl in her direction, purposefully drawing himself up to his full height, so as to tower above her. "I Gaucho." He continued, extending a flame-tipped wing to point at his broad and blue-striped chest, to reinforce that 'Gaucho' named him.
His flame-etched tail flicked against his dark hocks, as the golden pegasus addressed the newly arrived unicorn. She seemed....hostile, but for no reasons that Gaucho could imagine. Had the two met previously? Was this mare racist, in the way that the Basin was? If that was the case, perhaps he ought to let her fend for herself amongst the wraiths. Given the state that Helovia was in, this blatant discrimination would only cause further harm, especially if they all had to live together in the underground caves. Even though more and more underground caverns were being discovered each day, it was surely still not as large as Helovia-upper was.
As Anayis turned to once again address him, calling him big boy, the dun snorted dismissively, turning his crowned skull away from her. "Gaucho know the way. Not you. We go together." He snapped, looking at the unicorn with a nod. There were many in his herd who were wingless; flying such that he remained visible to them was not anything he wasn't used to already.
"We fly below clouds - make sure you see us. Caves are south-west, in Heart. Gaucho put dream-catcher there - it coated in gold. You see that, you in right place."
Ears flattening against his skull, he turned to the golden-painted female, his emotionless gaze washing over her. "We go." He cast a final glance towards the silent four-winged white mare to ensure that she was planning on following. Satisfied, Gaucho took a few long strides forward, before his black wings lifted him into the air. Gaining altitude on flame-kissed wings, Gaucho reached his soaring altitude fairly quickly. He continued below the cover of clouds just as he said he would - headed south west, towards the heart; towards the caves.
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