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GAUCHO
Doubt comes in on sticks but then he kicks like a horse. They returned, and Ampere appeared unharmed. The dun did not strive to place himself at her side, but instead lurked in the shadows (which was in fact impossible to do, given the light that he constantly cast), but it felt an awful lot like lurking in the shadows. If she hadn't seen him then ... perhaps she would not be aware of his (over)protective presence. If she knew that he was there and allowed it? All the better.
Listening to the painted Queen, Gaucho snorted. He did not like rhymes. Blue new. Bark bite." He repeated before shifting on his hind end and disappearing into the trees. The sooner he completed this task, the sooner he could return.
With the Edge's aid by his side, the Wildfire paused to quench his thirst from a stream. The liquid poured down his throat, causing his ears to bob as he drank. What was blue and new? A baby bird perhaps? But at every thought of blue, his thoughts were immediately directed to Ampere. But she was not of the Edge. She could not be a clue, no matter how frequently his thoughts turned to her.
Perhaps ... perhaps then he would think on Bark and bite. What had a bark worse than its bite?
As he strolled, he spied Archibald off in the distance training warriors. He had only met the giant a few times, and thankfully, only once in a spar. The dun had nearly lost his life that day, when the darkened creature had turned his bones to stone. A tense truce had developed between the two in the caves, although they hadn't spoken since. With pride, the Wildfire looked on. He had no one to train his army, as the Edge did.
Perhaps this land of glass and games was not all it appeared to be.
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[O] LET THE GAMES BEGIN (edge games #1)
