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[OPEN] An egg...

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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

05-15-2016, 09:33 AM

With fire to keep us warm, and tools we made from rocks and bones

Normally it was Mara and Vorsa who tended to spy those below and alert Gaucho to their presence. His steely blues were normally trained on the skies before them, seeking out aerial invaders. For seasons and seasons the trio had worked like this, but today Gaucho was not in need of their assistance. For below was Aithniel, and the Sultan always had eyes ready to bear her image.

Because he did not know that Aithniel was Ampere's daughter, it had never occurred to him that in a different scenario he might have been her adoptive father. It also didn't occur to him that given his relationship with the Sun God, she might more aptly be thought of as a niece of his. Nor did he think that as her Sultan there were certain authoritarian lines that he couldn't cross... he thought and knew none of these things, and so he had always allowed his eyes to roam the ashen-bright child as she grew up on the bloody sands. He had not missed the seasons where she shed her youthfulness for the more sleek lines of a mare either.

But apparently he had missed her getting herself pregnant. Something inside of himself twinged unhappily at the thought. Was it because in a paternal sense, he felt as though he had failed to guide and protect her? Or was it because he literally hadn't been there, because it hadn't been him who...

Gaucho's fiery body descended from the skies like some warrior-comet, streaking brightly towards the fire girl. As he neared, he saw pieces of eggshell scattered around the newly born colt, and for the first time since his spar with Rikyn, Ampere shoved her way into his mind. Quickly Gaucho dismissed this thought as he landed with an odd grace on the sands nearby, careful not to spray too much sand towards the new mother and her child. The Wildfire was certainly no stranger to the aftermath of birth, and so he kept himself a polite distance away, offering Aithniel privacy should she need it.

Hovering in the air next to him, Vorsa spied the two lingering dragons - one closer, one higher up, and trilled into Gaucho's mind. However the Wildfire was too preoccupied, and so the pheonix darted towards the red dragon curiously. She trilled a hello, racking her memory for whose companion he was, and came up short. There were hardly any within the dragon's throat who had dragon companions, she thought with a worried whistle.

"Aithniel-" Gaucho's voice was a low rumble from somewhere behind her, gentle and confident. "Need healing?" He asked, his first concern with her and her son's safety. His healing magic rose in flaming waves on his wings, ready to douse her in their rejuvenating heat should she say the word.

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An egg... - by Aithniel - 05-14-2016, 10:50 PM

RE: An egg... - by Tyrath - 05-15-2016, 12:06 AM

RE: An egg... - by Volterra - 05-15-2016, 07:42 AM

RE: An egg... - by Gaucho - 05-15-2016, 09:33 AM

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