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11-23-2015, 08:30 PM
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Gaucho did not burn and fight with powers of his own. Everything he did, and everything he had, was merely an extension of the Sun God. Some thought him boastful, or overly aggressive when he lashed out so violently at those who would steal from, or infringe upon the freedoms of his herd. It was not pride, vanity, or a desire to demonstrate his strength and reign, that drove him to wage these endless wars. It was out of reverence for the Sun. Before the Sun, Gaucho was nothing; a warrior from a far away land. With the Sun's blessing, he was made whole by the endless light and grace of his golden deity. It was through the Sun that his memories were restored, that his body was marked, and that his soul was twice bonded. This was not revenge. This was not hostility. This was worship. Their's was not a God to stand idly by, or be satisfied with inaction. Their's was not a God for whom mediocrity was allowable. Their's was a God of fire, and purity, and strength - and it was those traits that fueled the creatures who fled after Colt, scalding and burning her muscular hide. It was not from Gaucho's own authority that he had condemned Colt to this battle, but on the Sun's. Gaucho's taunt muscles tensed as Colt's body dropped to the ground. The first time he had given her the benefit of the doubt, thinking her to be cunning. Now however, with his creatures looming large over her, he viewed her as either very clumsy, or very stupid. Not that it mattered which. "Still not afraid?" His voice boomed across the settling darkness. "Still want to steal from Dragon's Throat?" In his antlers, Mara hissed her laughter as the pair edged forward. As soon as Colt began to increase her speed, Gaucho did as well. His shoulders were trained upon her, so that as she rounded around to try and snipe him with another projectile, his blazing body failed to be her target. His mammoth form was attempting to hone in on her, even as her bullet harmlessly passed him by. The full brunt of Gaucho's attack was aimed at Colt's left shoulder and neck. Although he couldn't see the wounds he had inflicted there earlier, he knew the second wave of pain that opening a recent wound could yield. He attempted to ram directly into her shoulder, hoping to slice the muscle with his spiked collar, while at the same time biting at her left ear or neck. Defensively he kept his nose to the left, to try and protect the torn skin on his cheek as it began to painfully knit itself back together. The blood had not fully clotted yet, and Gaucho knew that it would not take much to further aggravate the wound. In his antlers, Mara continued her hissing. She had been thwarted once by the mare, but even if she dropped to her knees again, she couldn't avoid the snake's incessant and insistent hissing. Hopefully it was disorient her, or make her afraid, causing her to be dumb to Gaucho's attacks and strength. If nothing else, the gun-steel snake felt her frustration flowing from her body with every articulated Sssss. Adrenaline pumped through Gaucho's system, as the scent of sweat, mare, and burned flesh fully penetrated his senses. Battle lust was an old friend, invigorating his body with a tantalizing chill. Though while he was just getting started, Colt looked near her end. 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 4/4 Summary: Avoids her attack. Charges at her left shoulder to try and tear it with his collar, and bite at her left ear/neck. WC: 587 Gaucho the Wildfire
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