None of this was making sense to the primal brute. His primitive mind had mastered a few aspects of life, but complex trickery and plotting were not among them. Gaucho knew how to fight - how to win. He knew how to survive and grow strong. Yet in all of his years, never before had he been faced with such a devastating foe, as he was now.
How they know my name? He wondered, gliding easily through the moist air. Thankfully the clouds had parted somewhat, and although the sun was not shining through, the rain had ceased to fall. That was a blessing, for the weight of the rain across his body and in his hair was beginning to cause a strain upon his wings.
Out of ssssshape, Mara hissed mentally, laughing silently as she wound herself tighter in his antlers. Gaucho's bone-pierced nose wrinkled, though he did not disagree. Indeed, his wings felt more than strained at this point, they felt tired. "Yes." Gaucho grunted in agreement. "We need to train more." Although his dun hide rippled across his muscular physique, it was true that the brute was out of shape, though by looking at him, you likely wouldn't be able to tell. The blue stripes across his chest dipped and swayed with his powerful chest muscles, and even the odd red-handprint on his left flank curved with the swell of his thigh. But his endurance had decreased, that was for sure, and with it, his strength.
Gaucho's stormy blue gaze surveyed the area below - spying a particularly shiny dome-like structure. Narrowing his gaze, he folded his flame-tipped wings slightly, so as to bank lower. Mentally, even Mara appeared confused at the sight, as the pair lowered themselves down. Dark hooves gently landed in the muddy grass, as Gaucho folded his wings - still heatless burning - to his dark flanks. The Rotunda was quite the sight to behold, though Gaucho did not venture near to it. It appeared artificial, regardless of the foliage that grew across and up the columns.
Grunting again, Gaucho's antlered brow surveyed the perimeter, stormy gaze peering into the darkness, trying to detect movement. Would he encounter here yet another who claimed to know him? Who claimed that he belonged here, and was of this place? How far did this deceit go? How deep was this foul ploy? And why ? Gaucho was a simple creature, yes; but even he couldn't comprehend why such a trick would be played against him.
A trap? Or a test?
@[Thranduil]
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