The herd meeting had been...difficult for Gaucho to follow. So many faces had shown up - both known and unknown - and almost everyone had something to say. Everyone of course, save for Gaucho. Words flew over his head like birds in the sky - just as far away and untouchable, for his simple mind to comprehend. Kri had spoken of the plague; of the racism that grew wild in the Basin. Yet to Gaucho's ears, "mass genocide" might as well have been a species of moss that his Sultana was referencing. The words which did resonate within the brute, were words like safety and protect our family. It was a theme reinforced and re-worded by many during the meeting, and the meaning was quite clear, even to one such as Gaucho. It was because of this threat, that Gaucho was looking for a sparring partner within the Throat. He would not venture outside of their borders, and potentially find a member of another herd - not today. Today, was about preparing himself, and his family for whatever battle they might find themselves faced with.

He would spar a member of his herd, both for his sake, and theirs.

Gaucho stood near the oasis, relishing the moisture in the air that was created by the naturally occurring haven within the sands, but it was quite clear that he was not here to relax. The large stallion pranced about, his hooves striking the dry terrain beneath his feet, in an obvious display of aggression. Large black wings fanned from his sides - held upright, casting large ominous shadows before him. Spinning, his eyes taking in each quadrant of the Throat, looking for a partner. Tossing his antlered brow to the sky, Gaucho pawed at the clouds with his front legs, issuing a challenging cry that resonated through the air. Come! Dance with me! The cry seemed to imply, and indeed, that was precisely what the stallion was after.

As his hooves struck the ground again, the pegasus grunted, dipping his muzzle to his chest, and activating the leather collar that wrapped around his broad, muscular shoulders. From this band of leather, bones - sharpened to spikes - suddenly protruded, sticking out about 2 inches. Glancing to the sky, Gaucho squinted at the sun, which had fallen past mid-day, yet still provided ample light, on this cloudy afternoon. He nodded approvingly - for better or worse, the suns glare was diluted by the cloud cover.

Ears alert, Gaucho's steely blue-grey gaze surveyed the Throat, lest a potential spar-mate try and sneak up upon him. A boyish grin pressed upon his muzzle, as he waited in eager anticipation.


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Setting: Throat by the Oasis, around 3pm - sunny, but cloud cover blocks the glare.

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