He was back in action, and oh did it feel good. The potential activities that laid themselves bare at his feet were endless, all because the little fool had gotten them into a position of power. Of 'responsibility'.

Of delicious change.

He really should thank Altan, honestly. If it wasn't for the man's pathetic social nature, he never would have found himself near the very top of the food chain, in a position where he could not be challenged. Where the only ones in his way were Gaucho and Tandavi. It was enough to curl the blacks lips, but he kept it to careful amusement. Let them see their 'popular' Altan for now. He was patient. Oh, so patient. He could feel Altan rebelling, fighting to regain control of the body they shared. And he let him flail, laughing at the pitiful attempts.

It was his time now. The true Morningstar. Bucephalus the Deceiver, the Betrayer, the Silver-Tongued. Let Altan, the Pitiful, the Dancer, the Cowardly... let him try to undo what Bucephalus would do. Let him try to fix what the Morningstar breaks.

It wouldn't matter in the end. For all his efforts, Altan would soon fade away, weaker than the being that drove their body forward across the desert sand.

Darkness fell over the sands by the time Bucephalus came to the place he sought; a small rise overlooking the sea, sheltered by a scraggly tree. This was his place, his spot to plan and think and scheme. Scheme what? Why, anything and everything that would leave this world bathed in blood and mayhem.

Oh Gaucho, if only you knew the serpent you so quickly threw through the ranks. The question was: What would this silver-tongued snake do with his power?

But the sound of wings hitting the air disturbs the black before he could even begin the train of thoughts that lead to his plans, and golden eyes gazed up at the sky to search for the source of the noise that grew louder and louder. And when his gaze landed upon the curved form that flew closer...

It was all he could do to not grin like a wolf.

Megeara. Gaucho's closest soldier. Oh yes, he knew her. He watched from Altan's eyes at night and at passing during the day. As he watched her near, his mind wheeled with thoughts, with plans, faster than a whirlwind as half-built ideas where examined then thrown aside like trash. When she neared enough, he greeted her with a friendly nicker, giving nothing away to the thoughts inside.

Let them wonder at what the Morningstar would do. At what he would become.

"Altan's speech."
"Buce's speech."

@[Megaera]