Tallsun had burned away the balmy and pleasant temperatures of Birdsong with no regards for the inhabitants of the Dragon's Throat. Unlike areas like the Basin, the Throat was typically a few degrees hotter than other herd-lands but now that Tallsun had arrived, it really was a sweltering desert. Gaucho could see literal waves of heat rising from the ground, distorting the views beyond them. Mirages shimmered in the distance, and Gaucho was unable to discern which was the true natural lake, and which were merely glimmers on the horizon.

As with his spar with Aryel, in the pounding rain, the brutal heat of highnoon was as equally a poor choice for a spar. But did they not live in a desert? If bands of outcasts came to attack, would they wait until things had cooled off? Maybe...but only out of self interest; they would show no mercy to the residents of the Throat. Also, Gaucho reasoned, if he was going to be a warrior of a desert-like land, he ought to condition himself to better fight in the heat. Already his deep bay coat was lathered with slick sweat, simply from standing in the humid air. The air felt stagnant and warm as his nostrils flared; the bone piercing his nose sliding around more than usual given the build up of sweat dripping down his muzzle.

Forcing himself to ignore the heat, rather than be overwhelmed and stifled by it, Gaucho tossed his newly-antlered crown with a grunt. Cresting his thick hanoverian neck, he bucked, enjoying the brief feeling of a breeze as he launched his hind end into the air. Grunting as he landed, Gaucho pawed the ground, carving a deep dredge into the dry Throat terrain. Licking his parched lips, Gaucho moved into a light trot, prancing rather elegantly for a creature of his size. A foamy lather was beginning to appear between his thighs as he moved, and his long tail had begun to clump together as moisture wound the thick black threads together.

As he trotted, he would take a few steps in one direction, before abruptly changing course, all the while swinging his muzzle, enjoying the new weight of his antlers on his head. After having them magically bonded to his forehead, he had to re-train the muscles in his thick neck to accommodate their new weight. But Gaucho found that he enjoyed this sort of conditioning, and welcomed the additional training. But then there was that other thing, that darker itch he had felt when the antlers fused onto his brow. Was it magic? He couldn't be certain, and it also didn't seem to be the sort of thing he could command at will.

Whinnying loudly as he pranced aggressively around, he cast his steely blue gaze around for a member of the Throat who might be willing to spar with him.

[WC: Not sure since it's on my iPad. I believe <800 though.
Setting: Dragon's Throat, mid-day. The Tallsun sun is scorching hot. The location is about 50 meters away from the naturally occurring lake, on relatively flat ground.
We'll say 2 offensive posts and 1 closing defence each? If you don't want to do the introductory posts, you can have Lupus just assume that Gaucho is looking to spar, and just attack :3 Gaucho has to bleed before he can use his magic, so it's up to you whether or not you want him to :P But if he does, that might give Lupus a reason to ask for his help with his quest?

Thanks for the spar! ]