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I'M THE END OF A HITCHCOCK MOVIE
A LITTLE DARK AND A LOT CONFUSING.
[For @[Knox]. Immediately following his failed stealth on Maren.]
What had he seen? A flicker of green? It seemed impossible, but Gaucho followed his instincts nonetheless. He had been following Maren, wanting to discuss the remainder of the plans for the church and lighthouse, when he saw it.
It was no more than a whisper. A ghost of black out of place but .. It was there. Six pairs of eyes recognized it - in his antlers, Mara slithered forward, perched precariously on his brow. Her tongue scented the air, trying to pull back whatever it was she tasted only moments before. At his shoulder, Vorsa flew on soundless flaming wings. The phoenix was the most easy going of the trio, but even her happy-go-lucky thoughts had all but stopped as she sensed the urgency flaring brightly in the minds of the other two.
Magic bloomed from Gaucho as he raced after what seemed like a ghost. Black spots in his field of vision, as if he had stared at the sun too long. But he hadn't. It had been there.
Two large dragons composed of fire blossomed from his antlers, spewing forth first in smoke and then igniting as their combustible bodies soared into the sky, casting a warm light on everything they flew over. Claws and teeth made of flames looked for something to scald, while the Wildfire himself followed in their tread. Gaucho's own flaming wings were brandished like swords at his flanks, while his primal and painted body raced after an invader that he knew had to be ahead.
Someone was there. He felt it. And for a creature as primitive and primal as Gaucho was, relying on his instincts was more than enough justification.
"SHOW YOURSELF" He roared over the crackle of his flames. The light from the symbols on his antlers cast horrific patterns on his dark features as his stormy gaze surveyed the area. Ahead, his dragon creations soared ahead, as if trying to box-in whatever - or whoever - was trying to elude him.
