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"Gaucho, Megaera leave to save Mordecai." He spoke plainly and confidently to his Sultan, head held high. He knew with Gaucho's keen eye he would see his sultana and Einarr's daughter leave the fight, and the bloodrider was sure to give the dun a reason. Dark ears flicked backwards when a white mare approached them, and Einarr snorted his surprise. Who was this woman to give him a gift of armor? Nonetheless surprised, he was thankful. Dipping his head a curt bow to the woman, Einarr scooped his head down and placed the armor on over his head. He looked quite awkward trying to maneuver it on his own, but after a few minutes he had it adjusted comfortably on his tall frame. He turned to Gaucho and gave a goofy smile and nod.
"How it look?" He jested, tail flicking behind him. The thick black ooze still dribbled from his face, down his obsidian coat and dying it even darker--if that was ever possible. The white mark upon his face was nearly completely obscured by the inky substance, and he looked truly wild and feral standing before Gaucho's flaming brilliance.
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
Ophelia, Ashamin and @Gaucho mostly mentioned. @Random Event -- GLL
if you bury me, i'll bury you
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