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11-26-2014, 04:11 PM
GAUCHO
& if we should die tonight then we should all die together
& if we should die tonight then we should all die together
He couldn't detect any anxiety from the younger stallion, but nor did he charge ahead and take lead. Perhaps that could be written off as a show of respect, for who would dare to outfly their Sultan? Ampere would he thought with a mild smirk, thinking of his race here with the Blue. Still, he thought he sensed ... something. Whatever it was did not speak highly of Buce's soul as being bronzed by war. Yet his words indicated that this was not the case. So which was it? Reluctant solider? Or liar?
As Buce mentioned Ampere, a chill ran through Gaucho's bones. The mere mention of her name was all it took these days to send his mind reeling. For nearly a full year they had missed each other by only moments, united briefly before each in turn disappeared. Now that they were both back ... the meticulous balancing act that they both tried to sustain grew slowly to a climax. What would happen between the two the Wildfire didn't know. What he did know was that this feeling of jealousy as her name dropped from Buce's lips was growing tiresome. She either was his, or wasn't. Eventually he would need to know.
Black ears flickered forward as Gaucho nodded. That Buce had investigated the lands was admirable and strategically worthwhile, although he apparently hadn't found his way to the Edge. Or at least, not prior to having brought the youths into the Throat. Gaucho watched as the leaner stallion moved away from him, cocking his ears slightly as he spoke. Romantic getaway ? The dun was not particularly apt when it came to sarcasm, plain words were still difficult enough that taking them anything but literally was just about out of his grasp. In his antlers, Mara mentally explained softly and without judgement what the stallion had likely meant. Mareessssss like flowersssss like thisssssss. But you have not brought him here to show him the flowersssssss have you? He knowsssss this. Gaucho bobbed his head appreciatively - Mara was clever, and her insight always needed.
Although it appeared Bucephalus was clever as well.
A grin broke Gaucho's dark lips as he turned his larger frame towards the gold-etched creature. "No romance. He replied with an even tone, but still smirking. "Here to ittelat. To lajilat and lajat and see the vishiya di oakah." Gaucho began, purposefully using words from his native tongue. They rolled off of his lips in a way that others did not - they sounded fluid and perfectly pronounced, whereas most of his speech was choppy and primitive. But the language of his people was one of war. He had more words for a simple spar than the language of the Helovian's did. A warm desire for war burned in his blue-gray gaze as it fell upon Buce. "Here to test you."
Opening his flaming wings, he held them high and as horizontal as possible increasing his apparent size. In his antlers, Mara hissed with amusement, as if saying good luck!. Flames licked Gaucho's wing tips casting light and shadows upon his chiseled body.
"Hit me." He offered simply but without room for discussion or negation.
ittelat - To make something well proven, to test in action;
lajilat - To spar, to train, to play, to compete;
lajat - Fight ;
oakah - A person's worthy or ability, soul;
Attack: 0/3
WC: 542
Timeline: Regular.
Teaching: Yes - notes to come once spar begins :)
As Buce mentioned Ampere, a chill ran through Gaucho's bones. The mere mention of her name was all it took these days to send his mind reeling. For nearly a full year they had missed each other by only moments, united briefly before each in turn disappeared. Now that they were both back ... the meticulous balancing act that they both tried to sustain grew slowly to a climax. What would happen between the two the Wildfire didn't know. What he did know was that this feeling of jealousy as her name dropped from Buce's lips was growing tiresome. She either was his, or wasn't. Eventually he would need to know.
Black ears flickered forward as Gaucho nodded. That Buce had investigated the lands was admirable and strategically worthwhile, although he apparently hadn't found his way to the Edge. Or at least, not prior to having brought the youths into the Throat. Gaucho watched as the leaner stallion moved away from him, cocking his ears slightly as he spoke. Romantic getaway ? The dun was not particularly apt when it came to sarcasm, plain words were still difficult enough that taking them anything but literally was just about out of his grasp. In his antlers, Mara mentally explained softly and without judgement what the stallion had likely meant. Mareessssss like flowersssss like thisssssss. But you have not brought him here to show him the flowersssssss have you? He knowsssss this. Gaucho bobbed his head appreciatively - Mara was clever, and her insight always needed.
Although it appeared Bucephalus was clever as well.
A grin broke Gaucho's dark lips as he turned his larger frame towards the gold-etched creature. "No romance. He replied with an even tone, but still smirking. "Here to ittelat. To lajilat and lajat and see the vishiya di oakah." Gaucho began, purposefully using words from his native tongue. They rolled off of his lips in a way that others did not - they sounded fluid and perfectly pronounced, whereas most of his speech was choppy and primitive. But the language of his people was one of war. He had more words for a simple spar than the language of the Helovian's did. A warm desire for war burned in his blue-gray gaze as it fell upon Buce. "Here to test you."
Opening his flaming wings, he held them high and as horizontal as possible increasing his apparent size. In his antlers, Mara hissed with amusement, as if saying good luck!. Flames licked Gaucho's wing tips casting light and shadows upon his chiseled body.
"Hit me." He offered simply but without room for discussion or negation.
ittelat - To make something well proven, to test in action;
lajilat - To spar, to train, to play, to compete;
lajat - Fight ;
oakah - A person's worthy or ability, soul;
Attack: 0/3
WC: 542
Timeline: Regular.
Teaching: Yes - notes to come once spar begins :)
