[OOC: Since we talked about this in the cbox, we'll just assume that Levi offered to spar with Gaucho? So in the post below, we can skip the "do you want to spar" posts :P]

Gaucho hadn't been so sure about the grulla stallion who had 'claimed' him in the Threshold days ago. He spoke too much for Gaucho's liking, and used words he didn't understand. Still, however ranks worked in the Throat, apparently Levi held one of a certain status, for the way he said he was a Sar-gent, apparently was supposed to mean something to the brute. It did not, but Levi's tone of voice did. He was not one for herd hierarchy and ambitions; Gaucho was a warrior, plain and simple. So when Levi had offered to spar with him, he definitely became "okay" in Gaucho's books.

The Throat was dry and hot, even by the naturally occurring lake. Still, Gaucho had scoped out the strategic points of interest before choosing this location. It was only fair that the newcomer would chose the location, as surely Levi, a veteran of the herd, would have had an advantage other wise. Moving forward, his large hooves striking into the lush grasses heavily, he trotted a few meters away from Levi, surveying the area. The lake was in front of them, slightly to the right, and the ground was firm under his hooves. With a grunt, Gaucho spun with surprising grace on his back legs, to face Levi once again. His steely blue eyes washing over his sparring-partner with an appreciative excitement. "Levi, start." He grunted, and began to ready himself.

Gaucho shifted his weight onto his hind end increasing the speed with which he would be able to move once Levi began his attacks. The invigorating feeling of The Wait settled into his bones, as his eyes almost glazed over, as his instincts took hold. Gaucho was an instinctive fighter, rather than a tactician. His brute size was to blame for this, for Gaucho could handle more physical attacks than a smaller stallion could, which decreased his need and desire to over think a fight. Tossing his head, Gaucho raised his massive black wings; the red feathers near his shoulders glinting in the sunlight as if already dripping with blood. Wings now fully outstretched, Gaucho presented himself as a massive target, as if daring Levi to attack.

[OOC: 800 words max. 2 offensive posts, and 1 closing defence. I'd prefer if you not use magic, since this is only my second spar, if that's okay? You may begin.

Setting: Dragon's Throat, the way it is depicted in the herd image, for simplicities sake. Gaucho is about 10 feet from Levi, with the lake behind him. It is midday, and warm, but no other weather conditions should really be a factor. Thanks for sparring with me, Ava!]