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03-03-2015, 12:24 AM
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[Continuing for @[Midas]! The girls can keep the other thread! ] As Midas lips spoke of Sohalia and Meg, Gaucho could feel his pulse quicken and his blood run hot. He might have bellowed, might have demanded more information right on the spot had Ampere not placed herself firmly in the way of the trio continuing their conversation. At her approach, Gaucho felt as though he was splitting into three different forms: a lover, who wanted nothing more than to pin Ampere benath himself and to ravage her as he did that day on the Island. To feel and not have to remember the salty taste of her flesh and the rhythmic pulsing of their bodies in the grass ... yet in stark contrast, part of him wanted to boot her from the conversation, literally. To rise up and feel his hooves strike the side of her cheek, to smash bone if possible. He was healed now, at least physically. Even if his heart had not been mended from the wounds she had so deeply ingrained, his body had. He would fight her again if she would take him - he'd ignore his duties as Sultan if only to selfishly be near her again ... but then ... Sohalia. Her name dropped from Midas's lips, and Gaucho - the third Gaucho - wanted to push Ampere away. Wanted to shelter and hide her from the words his painted comrade was saying. If Sohalia was back, then everything truly was doomed for he and the Blue. Sharply Gaucho cast a look at Ampere, both pleased and annoyed with her interest in Africa "We go this way-" Gaucho beckoned, opening a fiery wing and pointing towards the Oasis of which Midas was well antiquated. "Then girls can talk>" Midas account of what had happened match more or less with what Gaucho had known. Meg had told him that she had met with Africa, Rasta and Midas, but that her reception had been less than hospitable. According to his warrior, Rasta had been down right rude. She had mentioned that Midas might or might not have offered her a place to rest, but that she had already taken to the skies. A small smile crept onto his features as the pair walked away from the women-folk. He did love a feisty mare after all. "Sohalia is found .." Gaucho began, his voice rough and demarcated by emotion. "Meg return a few days after leaving Falls. Gaucho leave next day with other Throat warriors. We find her just before Earth God appear with boat.." His voice trailed off succinctly. Of course Midas would know what he was talking about. Being ignorant of the Earth God and his boat-project was simply unthinkable. Abruptly Gaucho halted. His stormy gaze fell upon his painted companion in earnest. A question lingered in his mind,and yet his faith was shaken. Midas had dissolved whatever trust and friendship had been between them, or at least it felt that way. Still, the Wildfire felt a kernel of trust that the golden-tipped would speak truthfully now. Perhaps that was a mistake. "Soh found .. but we look for another. Have Falls seen a dark mare with skull face? Gaucho fight her once ... Confutatus ? You see her?" Gaucho the Wildfire
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