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I'M THE END OF A HITCHCOCK MOVIE
A LITTLE DARK AND A LOT CONFUSING.
This existential crisis was really getting old. The constant questioning and consideration given to every little detail, was putting Gaucho's primitive brain on overdrive - and it wasn't handling the pressure very well. Was he the crazy one? Or was everyone else? If what Mara - and the few others he had met - were speaking the truth, then he had been here before, had ruled a 'dragon's throat' (whatever that meant). And if all that was the case...then how had he lost his memory? Why didn't Mara know that, if she knew everything else? Why didn't the others? Or was it the other way around - was this whole 'Helovia life' a facade? If so, why? If he had never been in these lands before, then what was the point of luring him here, only to try and implant via suggestion, these strange and bizarre histories?
It was too much. Let's face it - thinking wasn't Gaucho's strong suit anyways, and this? Well, let's just say he's hopelessly outnumbered in this battle of wits.
Grunting, Gaucho forced his body through the thick vines and foliage that lovers so desired in this place. The flames that crept along his wingtips and hooves did not damage the greenery - much to his frustration. Setting this place ablaze would likely have been a stress reliever. Still, if he really wanted to, he did have magic that would do precisely that sort of damage, but he refrained. He was not some rowdy youth - he had enough foresight to control himself, at least insofar as damage to public property was concerned.
Continuing on, Gaucho found a spot especially secluded by overgrowth. Snorting loudly, he leaned his large frame heavily against the nearest tree, causing a few leaves to fall gently around him. Black ears against his skull, he huffed angrily, pawing at the few that dared to land near his burning hooves. In his antlers, Mara hissed wearily, both annoyed and concerned at her bonded's current state of depression, though knew there was little that she could do.
