the Rift


Swing low | Sun God
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
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Gravedigger, when you dig my grave can you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain..



From his lowered position of worship, lost in the mental array of images he was sending into the Heavens, aiming them for the mind of the God who looked over his homeland, Gaucho almost failed to notice that the God of his worship, had arrived. Feeling a dull heal coming from before him, the bay raised his muzzle to spy a massive golden creature landing before him. Swiftly, Gaucho scuttled backwards in an incredibly awkward attempt to remain knelt out of respect, but to also distance himself from the God - also out of respect. Skinning his lower knee as he did so, he grunted in pain, but remain knelt.

As the God spoke, Gaucho's large ears twitched taking in the words; his steely gaze drilled into the ground as he forced himself to try and retain each meaning, but finding that the God's words were going by far too quickly. Fumbling, he pulled together the gist of what he believed the God was saying, and found the idea daunting. He could hardly follow the string of words the God himself was saying, how could such a primitive creature as he possibly preach and do justice to such a creature? Surely he would be struck down by a wave of fire, at his first attempt?

Onnnnneeeeee He thought at once. Surely the Shaman would be able to offer her assistance? She could…write him a speech? Maybe she could even accompany him?

As light enveloped his body, the bay snorted with apprehension, wondering if he was being punished at the thought of asking another for aid. Just as he was about to apologize, he felt a light airy feeling, of his wounds being knitted back together. Furrowing his brows, he exhaled sharply, as he noted that his shoulders and chest no longer felt tight, and his nose no longer torn. Raising his gaze hesitantly, unsure if he was allowed to look upon the face of the God or not, he opened his mouth to express his gratitude, fumbling for the words to do so. Before he could get a sound out, the God was demanding that he leave. Raising swiftly from his position without any sort of grace, Gaucho backed up a few paces, nodding rapidly. "Gaucho go. Gaucho do.." He offered, his voice low and rumbly, full of admiration.

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Messages In This Thread
Swing low | Sun God - by Gaucho - 02-20-2013, 01:33 PM
RE: Swing low | Sun God - by God of the Sun - 02-24-2013, 01:39 PM
RE: Swing low | Sun God - by Gaucho - 02-24-2013, 08:32 PM

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