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GAUCHO
& if we should die tonight then we should all die together
& if we should die tonight then we should all die together
The Wildfire realized that he hadn't spent much time with his newest crafter. It wasn't out of pure curiosity or suspicion that the Sultan had asked Bucephalus to accompany him to the Island, although they did play some small role. Given the treachery of Mauja in the past, not to mention what had happened with Kri and Faelene so long ago, Gaucho was rightfully suspicious. Some might point out that Bucephalus was likely the least of his worries, especially given that Thranduil the trickster had infiltrated their ranks without him knowing, but of course, that's the point isn't it? Gaucho didn't know about it. All he knew was that Ampere brought home this speckled creature and that he had thus far done everything he should. He had recruited, had begun his tasks as a crafter with enthusiasm and was generally getting along well with the herd.
Perhaps too well.
Something about the willingness with which Buce originally dispelled the need to continue as a warrior etched Gaucho's mind with concern. Was it a lie? Had he never been a fighter? Or was there some other darkness that he was harbouring? The Wildfire hoped that they would encounter some difficulty on the Island that would force Bucephalus' hand - make him attack, or defend. If not ... perhaps Gaucho would have to be the catalyst. He didn't truly trust anyone until he had felt their flesh pound against his own, or seen them spill his blood.
"This way." Gaucho grunted as he swung his large body in the air, angling downwards towards the grove of cherry trees. The place was beautiful, but in a way that did not strike Gaucho's primitive mind in any meaningful way. The blossoms blew on the breeze that was neither warm nor cold. Just because the Gods prevented Frostfall from encompassing the Island did not mean it remained the lush oasis that it had been when first it was discovered. There was still a bit of a chill in the air, and the scent of death was everywhere.
Dark hooves extended from his body landing easily and with an odd grace for a creature of his size and primal appearance. "Have been to Island before?" He inquired, not really caring about the answer, but assuming it was a no. Gaucho was not really one for small talk. His stormy gaze glanced upwards to where a haze covered the sun - A sun that appeared far too far away for Gaucho's liking. The light seemed scattered and dull; everything was illuminated but almost as if it was covered with a layer of film. When last he had been here with Ampere their trip had bene uneventful insofar as the supernatural was concerned.
Gaucho assumed this venture would be no different.
Setting: The Island, in the ring of cherry trees. The light is hazy but the area is well lit. The air is neither hot nor cold but there is a slight breeze.
Attack: 0/3
WC: 469
Timeline: Regular.
Edited to change the title because lolz.
Perhaps too well.
Something about the willingness with which Buce originally dispelled the need to continue as a warrior etched Gaucho's mind with concern. Was it a lie? Had he never been a fighter? Or was there some other darkness that he was harbouring? The Wildfire hoped that they would encounter some difficulty on the Island that would force Bucephalus' hand - make him attack, or defend. If not ... perhaps Gaucho would have to be the catalyst. He didn't truly trust anyone until he had felt their flesh pound against his own, or seen them spill his blood.
"This way." Gaucho grunted as he swung his large body in the air, angling downwards towards the grove of cherry trees. The place was beautiful, but in a way that did not strike Gaucho's primitive mind in any meaningful way. The blossoms blew on the breeze that was neither warm nor cold. Just because the Gods prevented Frostfall from encompassing the Island did not mean it remained the lush oasis that it had been when first it was discovered. There was still a bit of a chill in the air, and the scent of death was everywhere.
Dark hooves extended from his body landing easily and with an odd grace for a creature of his size and primal appearance. "Have been to Island before?" He inquired, not really caring about the answer, but assuming it was a no. Gaucho was not really one for small talk. His stormy gaze glanced upwards to where a haze covered the sun - A sun that appeared far too far away for Gaucho's liking. The light seemed scattered and dull; everything was illuminated but almost as if it was covered with a layer of film. When last he had been here with Ampere their trip had bene uneventful insofar as the supernatural was concerned.
Gaucho assumed this venture would be no different.
Setting: The Island, in the ring of cherry trees. The light is hazy but the area is well lit. The air is neither hot nor cold but there is a slight breeze.
Attack: 0/3
WC: 469
Timeline: Regular.
Edited to change the title because lolz.
