What was this? Buce watched as what looked similar to traces of lust and irritation crossed Gaucho's face at Ampere's name. Interesting. He knew the stallion and blue mare had some sort of tension going between them. Exactly what...he wasn't sure. But...

At least stonehead understood his joke.

Buce's smirk turned to a grin at that, and he mock-pouted. "I'm insulted. Am i not handsome enough?" He laughed, then cocked his head when Gaucho began to speak more, but in a language unknown to the stud. Whatever it was, the words were melodic, something the choppy Helovian language lacked. It was musical in a guttural sense, something spoken from the chest rather than the mouth. Bucephalus made a mental note to sometime pester the stallion and learn this new language; it intrigued him. But the next words made him blink. Test him? Hooves crunched on fallen petals as the black considered this, ears pinning back slightly. What did he mean by that, precisely?

As the bay spread his wings, the flaming tips making him seem almost a demigod of the Sun, Bucephalus narrowed his eyes. Hit him? He wanted to fight Bucephalus. Fight... oh, he'd not done that since leaving Sehrau and landing in Helovia. Altan screamed at him to do it, Bucephalus urging him not to. Quite confusing. But... It was such an opportunity. For a few heartbeats there was no movement whatsoever from the gold-dusted stud, his gaze distant as his facade and spirit raged at one another. Oh how it would feel to taste blood in the air and in his mouth, to feel the sweet pain of teeth and hoof in his flesh... Altan won.

A grin curled black lips, and the stallion's dished face lowered, gold eyes gleaming. His wings trembled, the shudder growing down his body to his legs to the point the black was dancing in place. Muscles tensed, and he launched himself at Gaucho, looking as if he'd try to slam into the bay, but at the last second he skidded to a stop and churned his wings, throwing discarded petals and debris into the air in an attempt to distract the larger stallion as Altan darted behind him, twisting to try and grab the stallion's wingjoint in his teeth. If he was successful, he'd clamp down and rear up to hopefully disturb Gaucho's balance enough where the smaller black could have an advantage.

Summary: Bucephalus sprints at Gaucho, but at the last second comes to a halt and tries to use his wings to create a distraction with the cherry blossom petals. Then he slipped under Gaucho's wing and turned to try and grab the base of Gaucho's wing in his teeth so he could rear up and hopefully throw the other off balance.
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Word Count: 403 Tags: @[Gaucho]