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[JUDGED] Above your pay-grade | COLT CHALLENGE
Ascended Helovian

Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
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Unacceptable was not a word that the Wildfire threw around often. In his primitive and primal existence, almost anything went. Justice was at the leisure of the strong; fortitude entailed opportunity. Love was a receding tide where only the very strong could remain fixed. Dynasties rose and collapsed, bright lives flickered out. The law of an eye for an eye was ever present, and ever impartial. Nothing was off limits, nothing was unacceptable.

Except an attack on Gaucho’s family.

Family, for Gaucho, was a broad notion. For one who was seemingly so promiscuous and so absent from the idle conversations and day-to-day dealings of his herd, the wide-net of the term seemed inappropriately given to the Dragon’s Throat. But it wasn’t. Not in Gaucho’s mind. They were all his family - all his kin, under the sun. Yet not even a Sultan such as Gaucho could remain as impartial when the safety of his flesh and blood was threatened.

Perhaps it was Zenobia’s likeness to her mother - the crystalline dove who had been absent from the sands for so long. Perhaps it was merely an outlet for Gaucho’s vast strength to be levied. Or perhaps deep down, even the impressively strong Gaucho was afraid of his eldest daughter disappearing on him again - whether on her own, or at the hands of another. Whatever it was, Gaucho acted with a haste befitting his moniker. He truly became a wildfire.

The mare looked dirty. Gaucho’s steely gaze didn’t discern whether this was merely her natural colouration, or whether she was covered with dust. He also couldn’t tell if her stare was focused on his daughter, or on the prized pelt she had claimed for herself. The light was already beginning to dim - and on this shoreline, so far from the light of the diviners fire - darkness had fallen. But it didn’t matter. Gaucho had not yet met a challenger who he could not best, but even were it Archibald standing before him, trained and prepared to the best of his abilities, Gaucho would not have faltered. What use was strength, if it was hindered by pride or selfishness? What use, if not for a Father to protect his daughter?

Gaucho shoved passed Zenobia with eyes only for Colt. His already burning wings slipped purposefully from his flanks with haste; snapping backwards only once before ushering a wall of fire forward. He wanted to hear Colt’s screams, and to smell the scent of her burning flesh. Make no mistake - Gaucho derived no pleasure from causing pain. But from experience, he knew that pain of this calibre would be all that would ensure that there was no repeat performance.

"YOU WANT TO STEAL FROM DRAGON’S THROAT" He boomed, his powerful baritone voice following in the stead of his flames.  "YOU WANT TO STEAL FROM GAUCHO?"

In his antlers, Mara hissed with delight, urging Gaucho to move forward so that she could bite the stout mare. His thoughts, as incoherent as they were, managed something that resembled patience, amidst the general blood-lust and frenzy. In constrast, Vorsa departed from Gaucho's antlers to hover protectively around Zenobia.

Lunging forward, Gaucho tried to slam his right shoulder into Colt's left. Although there was a vast height difference between the two, Gaucho was still confident that the spiked collar he wore around his broad, blue-stripped shoulders would find flesh. If not, his pure physical prowess would likely send her body tumbling to the right even if his positioning had been hindered by the dying light and his deceiving array of flames.




Set on the Helovia-shores of the Dragon’s Throat (Since Zeno’s last thread was in the Throat, I thought that this made the most sense).
Dusk - Tallsun.
Challenge to make @[Colt] DT prisoner
1/4
Summary: Gaucho sees Colt (successfully blocked Zeno in Dark's stealth), moves passed Zeno and throws an arc of fire at Colt, then lunges after her trying to collide his right shoulder into her left (so just shy of being perpendicular, with his face facing more towards her own)

WC: 592

Gaucho the Wildfire
If this is to end in fire
Then we should all burn together

Art by: schwartze @ DA
Please tag me in every post! Magic/Force is allowed on Gaucho at any time.



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Above your pay-grade | COLT CHALLENGE - by Gaucho - 11-12-2015, 05:32 PM

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