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12-12-2014, 08:28 PM
GAUCHO
& if we should die tonight then we should all die together
& if we should die tonight then we should all die together
The dun grunted and nodded, glad that the discussion was over. How did Sohalia do it? It was exhausting. Mentally he probed Mara, silently appreciating the way she could simply invade his thoughts and know his mind; it was so much easier than trying to communicate clumsily with words.
As Buce unfurled his wings, Gaucho did the same, still noting the swell of pain in his right shoulder and wingjoint as he did so. Buce's original attack had been a good one. Even though his chest didn't hurt now, he was sure that it would later. Nostrils flaring, Gaucho looked at the wounds that covered his new Chancellor. "Maybe Onni have something for that." Shrugging, and making perhaps the only joke Buce would ever hear fall from his lips, he continued. "Maybe not. Girls like scars."
With a grunt, Gaucho surged forward into a canter. His dark hooves only touched the ground for a few strides before his flaming wings pulled him into the air. Although his wing itched and whined with pain it felt good to be airborne again.
"Home. We tell herd. Then Gaucho start quest." He ordered, tilting his body back towards where the sandy expanses of the Throat were.
Gaucho's mind was at ease, at least for a while. The Island project would be underway, and with Sohalia and Buce there to keep an eye on things the Sultan knew his family would be well cared for. Although he didn't expect his quest to take him long, often things had a way of cropping up and delaying what was only meant to require a marginal amount of attention. Still, the Sun God would not send him away from his family for nothing.
[Fin? :3]
