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12-12-2014, 02:35 AM
GAUCHO
& if we should die tonight then we should all die together
& if we should die tonight then we should all die together
[Continue here since the spar took place on the Island?]
Gaucho was glad to see the stallion taking his defeat in stride. Gaucho didn't think that the black and gold crafter would be much of a match for him, an observation driven by anything but arrogance. The Wildfire made it a point to know the strengths of the majority in his herd, and while he suspected what sort of fighter Buce would be, he needed to have it confirmed. He was lean and he was fast, perhaps not as agile as Gaucho, but surely his endurance would prove pivotal in a longer spar, or even an invasion. Thinking along these lines set Gaucho's teeth on edge, but it had to be done. With the pink spy creeping around his members, the dun assumed the worst. Why else, if not to gain information, would she have been there in the first place? Looking at Buce now, Gaucho's eyes spoke of the thoughts that tumbled in his mind.
Protection of his herd. Of his family. That is what mattered most; it mattered above all else. That Buce had been onboard with the bridge idea was the first stone that would pave his future within the herd, this spar had been the second. Gaucho didn't need to be beat, he only need to be shown that Buce could put up a defense, and to see his reaction when he lost to his superior. That Buce had brought up Ampere, whether true or not, had spoken volumes about the stallion in a language that the primitive sultan could understand. If he had noticed the flicker of passion that constantly burned between Ampere and himself well ... then either himself and the Blue hadn't been as subtle as he thought they were, or the golden-flecked stallion was observant. Perhaps both. Further that he would use it against Gaucho, even knowing that there could be possible negative ramifications to come was ballsy, but Gaucho approved.
Folding his flaming wings to his flanks, Gaucho regarded Buce solemnly now.
"Maybe you have magic one day too." He grunted, the flames lapping his wings flaring slightly. "And you not fail. Gaucho not expect you to win. But you make contact. More than once." Raising his right wing - the one Buce injured, Gaucho snorted as a grin parted his lips. "Will be sore."
Squaring his body to the slightly smaller stallion, Gaucho's dark ears flickered with a momentary uncertainty. This was normally Sohalia's domain ... but then again, that she wasn't here was exactly why Gaucho needed to have this conversation. "Buce new to Throat ... but already are known in the herd. Already are family. You fight Gaucho today ... would you fight our enemies to protect herd? To protect family?"
@[Bucephalus]
