The Wildfire felt blood taint the salty taste that had previously been on his lips, as his teeth abruptly clamped together on flesh and hair. The taste was bitter and metallic and mildly annoying as he felt his tongue begin to faintly throb, having bit it in the process. He could still taste Ampere's salty sweat, but now it was overshadowed and diluted by fur and blood. He did not want to taste mere morsels of her. He wanted her in her entirety. This dance was only serving to further frustrate Gaucho, who was nearly dizzy and blind with desire. A tap here, a nudge there, a small nip - it wasn't enough. Now that he had been this close to her, had himself nearly on top of her, it would never be enough. He had taken too much to stop now. He needed all of it, needed all of her.

He felt his knee connect with her side, and immediately following felt her wing briefly berating his own. The Wildfire watched as black and blue feathers suddenly parted his own, a wonderful combination of two opposing colours - two opposing forces - coming together. His flames highlighted the blue of her feathers, drowning and covering with his light, as he wished to drown and cover her on the ground. However the beauty of it, perhaps appropriately, was suddenly accompanied by an annoying twinge of pain as his wing was forced into an awkward position. It didn't hurt quite as badly as hers might have for his wings were far larger and her frantic upward stroke was not nearly powerful enough to do lasting damage, yet it did serve as a successful distraction. Pulling his eyes from where their wings had touched as Ampere's teeth snagged against the barred skin of his left foreleg, Gaucho squealed in pain, his leg rising towards his blue-striped chest. He might have struck out towards her but for her dive away from him. Gaucho's dark ears perked forward as his larger body happily began to plummet after hers. She was after all headed in the direction he had intended her to go all along.

Flying swiftly after her, fueled by a heady desire to reach the ground, Gaucho barely had any time to react to what was happening. He had never really watched the smoke pour from his antlers, for often it was ignited before it even reached his field of vision. Gaucho didn't feel terror, only confusion. This was his magic, and yet it was coming from her. His primitive instincts completely swamped his confusion however, forcing his body to roll to the right but he was far too late. He had been following Ampere too close to have any hope of avoiding the creature. Besides, he knew how these fire wraiths worked - they were fast and they were hot. Gaucho felt a wall of warmth aid in shoving his larger body to the right, but it only remained helpful for a second. The air temperature rose, causing Gaucho to call out with a painful squeal as the dragon soared into his outstretched left wing, shoving his body violently to the right with a blistering hot current of air and completely obliterating his spin. The flames on Gaucho's wings suddenly roared to life joining with the fire of the dragon and making Gaucho appear to literally be composed of fire as he was momentarily engulfed. However this brief flare of fire lasted only for a moment as Gaucho's dark body fell away from the cloud of heat and magic. His wings spread out from his flanks instinctively catching him before he could continue to fall, although his descent was haphazard. His left wing felt raw and tender, but in fact the burns were not so deep. Parts of his flesh where the creature had directly hit - the greater part of his left shoulder and wing joint - would likely blister. The dark hair there had already fused together from the heat and would probably fall off within a few days. Yet the left side of his body felt like it had been severely burned. Gaucho who had in fact never been burned by fire before (rather ironically given how much burning he did), clenched his teeth together as he forced his body to glide. His left wing screamed its desire to disobey but was ignored. Sweat broke out on Gaucho's brow to accompany the foam that already lined his chest and behind his legs with the effort. But there was no choice here - it was either fly, or fall.

Likely there would be no choice with Ampere on the ground either.

He had already fallen.



Attack: 3/3
Closing Defense: 1/1
WC:780


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