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03-31-2015, 12:12 PM
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For a moment Gaucho let his mind consider how differently this conversation might have gone if it was anyone other than he in charge. What if Tandavi was here? Sohalia? Ampere? Would they accept Ophelia’s stark statements with stoicism and understanding? He very much doubted it. He could almost hear Tandavi’s boastful screams of righteousness and Ampere’s flashy anger. Sohalia would likely look to him, or suggest a more democratic solution. Gaucho would not pass judgement on what way would be best, only that he saw merit in his way of dealing with things. And he very much doubted when it came to an actual war that any would question his judgement. But even so, perhaps he would wait to tell them. ”Gaucho not say anything. Throat is busy with projects … warriors have created an arena here to fight in. More than enough reasons to stay at home and not go looking for trouble…” Again part of him wished that they had been invited into this battle, but still he remained silent. It would likely be hard enough for Midas to understand why the Throat remained silent on their island, much less why his former sand-kin were fighting against him. As Ophelia’s head bowed, in acceptance of his gifts, the Wildfire smiled. As the Throat grew stronger, benefitting from the divine blessings of their deity, he would pass along those offerings in whatever way he could. Part of him wondered what the Sun God would think, to see the Basin wearing armor with his sigul on it. The thought only increased his smile. As Ophelia’s touch graced his neck, the fire on Gaucho’s wings flared high and bright for a moment. The two had only ever been physical once before - and two lives had nearly ended that day. Since then, Gaucho had envisioned on more than one occasion what it would be like to have Ophelia this close, although the circumstances of that intimacy had changed several times. He had wanted to crush her beneath her hooves and feel the heat of her body as it rallied against his own. Other times he had wanted to feel her against him in a much more primal way. Her touch now, with the thought of her bloody-soaked mane and battered body so fresh in his mind - the emblems of a true warrior - sent a chill through his spine. Gaucho’s dark bone-pierced muzzle turned in to brush against her pale skin, which for the first time he noticed was black underneath. How fitting of her. ”Shieraki gori ha yeraan.” He offered. Although the phrase would be foreign to her, it was the only thing truly fitting to say. It was what was said in his homeland when any would ride into a battle. He would not tell her to be safe or to fight hard. Such words held no meaning. If Ophelia was to die in this, he would not wish anything but the most pure of deaths for her. ”Means …” Mentally he prodded Mara, asking his older companion to help translate the imagery that accompanied the words. ”Means the heavens and stars go with you in battle.” Nodding, the Wildfire watched the Foresaken leave. A white smear on a bridge of fire. Gaucho the Wildfire
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