squirrel season

the Rift

[OPEN] squirrel season

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

#12

08-28-2016, 11:04 AM

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The dun watched, frozen with curiosity and pride as his daughter began to sculpt the bone into ... well, he wasn't actually sure at the moment. Had it been him, he would have left the marrow inside. Surely that aided with flexibility and strength? But ... as with most things on this hunt thus far, his child certainly seemed to know better than him. Silently he stared as a dagger was revealed within the sheath of bone. Gaucho exhaled his approval as it twirled in the air, held there by Grusha's incredible power and determination.

"Want." Gaucho grunted immediately. Vorsa, who had of course abstained from hunting with Mara and Nashoba, flitted downwards with her claws extended. She picked up the dagger off the loamy ground, and then flew up, landing in Gaucho's antlers. The phoenix trilled appreciatively to the large filly as she held onto the dagger, careful not to let her talons dig into the bone.

"Thank you." Gaucho rumbled, bobbing his already heavily bone-laden skull. The dagger would make a fine addition to his arsenal of weapons. And that it was crafted by his daughter would make it that much more special to him. He would keep it with him always.

With a sigh, Gaucho turned his steely gaze back towards the sky. Grusha had not invited him here - he had followed her. And now it was time to leave her to her own devices. She had told him where she had been going, but hadn't extended an invitation. The girl had born his arrival patiently enough - or with as much patience as he had come to expect from her - but he would leave her to her hunting now.

Come, Gaucho thought silently to Mara, who as it turned out, was already on her way. "Thank you for showing Gaucho how to hunt bones. Grusha very good. Gaucho go now. See Grusha home later."

The dun winked, knowing that his daughter would likely interpret home later so suit whatever time she decided to fly back to the sands. But he didn't mind. She could take care of herself, more or less. Grusha was strong, and for now, the dun wouldn't worry about her.

With a grunt and final nod, Gaucho retreated a few steps into the clearing. Flaming wings spread, he launched himself into the skies. Vorsa trilled brightly, still holding onto the dagger as if it was the most important object in the world.

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