[Some of you expressed interest in knowing about Gaucho's island idea IC. Since he *just* called a heard meeting, I don't think he would gather everyone together again. So if you want to know about the Island-proposal, feel free to post here. Gaucho is just derping near the landbridge, so as soon as someone asks him "hey wut r u doin here?" He'll explain, and you can assume that your character came along and heard it, and/or stay and chat :) There won't be a posting order.]
Gaucho stood outside of the Throat wall - a wall that stood unfinished even after so many seasons. The crumbling stones were a joke; they wouldn't stand the test of time, just as surely as they hadn't stopped any who had tried to invade. It wasn't from lack of effort per se ... possibly just ... lack of time. Lack of commitment. Lack of dedication. Things had been strong and smooth under the rule of Kri, and then under the rule of Kri and Midas, and he truly believed that under his own rule with the painted leader things had been fine as well. In his mind, the downwards spiral began when Africa and Sohalia had taken over. Things had gotten soft, defenses were lowered. And why? Just because the two queens thought they could dispel danger with their words? Simply because their souls and bodies were kind, did not mean that it would deter a hostile force. They had been lucky that none came but ...
It didn't matter. He had let the Throat down. Africa and Sohalia were only put in charge because he had disappeared. For reasons beyond his control or not, he had let his family down. He wasn't there for them when they needed him, and they did the best they could on their own. But now that he was back, he would ensure their safety.
He had to.
His stormy gaze looked out across the thin strip of land that connected the Throat to the rock outcropping of what was previously the Heart. Narrowing his eyes, he huffed slightly. That was the funnel into the Throat, at least for those who could not fly. That was the area that was weakest to attack. That was the area that had to go. Flicking his dark tail, Gaucho thought about the Sun God's word and the quest that he had been tasked with. Did the God really think he meant to isolate his herd? Of course he didn't. He only meant to protect them. Perhaps it was because the diety didn't know of the boats, the keys, and the gates that he meant to implement..? No sooner had the thought rolled into his mind, did Gaucho chastise himself for thinking it. Of course the God knew. The Sun God knew everything.
Perhaps it simply wouldn't be enough.
Flaming wings hugged neatly against his flanks, the WildFire stood stoically and silently looking out across the thin land bridge, wondering.
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[O] Paradise Valley [Throat-island thread]
