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06-08-2015, 06:55 PM
GAUCHO
And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good
And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good
Trilling with glee, happy that her friend wasn't holding her inflamed body against her, Vorsa watched Azeeza's aerial display with open-beaked approval. Her bright red eyes followed the blurred movements of her friend, and, as she slowed somewhat, Vorsa leaped to follow her. The phoenix's bright orangey-red body streaked after the falcon. Although she wasn't as fast, her enthusiasm provided more than enough energy to dart and play in the sky.
Gaucho gently shook away Bucephalus' insecurities, like falling sand on the wind. Bucephalus had been a mostly-formidable opponent - and even though he lost repeatedly to the Wildfire (then again, who didn't), he had tried. Very few who were burned by his fire dared to get that close again. But Bucephalus had proved that he had strength of spirit, if not of body. But, Gaucho was a benchmark best not to be measured against.
"No not spy-" Gaucho began. He certainly wasn't very good at dramatic pauses or building suspense. He was trying to make Bucephalus think that perhaps he did mean warrior or some such, for if Gaucho wasn't suggesting he be a spy, what else was there? Then again, with as crafty as Bucephalus was, he'd likely already figured out Gaucho's underlying assumption and jumped ahead. Flicking his tail, Gaucho ended the minor-pause. "Sleuth." He clarified with a dark grin. There was literally no one craftier or more cunning in his herd than Bucephalus was. So long as his allegiances could be trusted, he would make a fine sleuth. There were times that the Wildfire had questioned the Morningstar's motives, but although the black had unconventional means, after all these seasons Gaucho was firm in his belief that Bucephalus belonged on the bloody sands.
Doubting Bucephalus would turn down the offer - especially since he had already guessed in was in the spying vein, Gaucho continued. "Spies have different rank magic. Can craft lies, can go invisible ... or do better at blocking herd from thieves. Thieves not bother Throat much, not with bridge and -" A dark smile pried Gaucho's lips over as he thought of all those who had recently tried to steal from him and his herd: Diesel and Knox. One warning and they had submitted to his wraith. Then there was Confutatis, still holed up on their lands. The might of the Throat had proven victorious in every challenge; Gaucho was confident Bucephalus would not need the latter ability.
" Which Buce want?"
Gaucho gently shook away Bucephalus' insecurities, like falling sand on the wind. Bucephalus had been a mostly-formidable opponent - and even though he lost repeatedly to the Wildfire (then again, who didn't), he had tried. Very few who were burned by his fire dared to get that close again. But Bucephalus had proved that he had strength of spirit, if not of body. But, Gaucho was a benchmark best not to be measured against.
"No not spy-" Gaucho began. He certainly wasn't very good at dramatic pauses or building suspense. He was trying to make Bucephalus think that perhaps he did mean warrior or some such, for if Gaucho wasn't suggesting he be a spy, what else was there? Then again, with as crafty as Bucephalus was, he'd likely already figured out Gaucho's underlying assumption and jumped ahead. Flicking his tail, Gaucho ended the minor-pause. "Sleuth." He clarified with a dark grin. There was literally no one craftier or more cunning in his herd than Bucephalus was. So long as his allegiances could be trusted, he would make a fine sleuth. There were times that the Wildfire had questioned the Morningstar's motives, but although the black had unconventional means, after all these seasons Gaucho was firm in his belief that Bucephalus belonged on the bloody sands.
Doubting Bucephalus would turn down the offer - especially since he had already guessed in was in the spying vein, Gaucho continued. "Spies have different rank magic. Can craft lies, can go invisible ... or do better at blocking herd from thieves. Thieves not bother Throat much, not with bridge and -" A dark smile pried Gaucho's lips over as he thought of all those who had recently tried to steal from him and his herd: Diesel and Knox. One warning and they had submitted to his wraith. Then there was Confutatis, still holed up on their lands. The might of the Throat had proven victorious in every challenge; Gaucho was confident Bucephalus would not need the latter ability.
" Which Buce want?"
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