His nostrils flared with each breath, and yet his features and expression did not change, as Andromeda quietly lost herself in thought. Gaucho was good like that - patient, nonjudgmental, and driven by instinct, which usually made him pretty easy to read. Indeed - as her mind cleared and returned to him, and she casually offered to spar, a light suddenly ignited in his stormy gaze. Eyes, normally so vague and without intellect, lit up with a child-like enthusiasm, as an honest and eager smile over took his brutish features. Pearly white teeth parted his dark lips, revealing what a ruggedly handsome creature Gaucho truly was. "Gaucho spar." He replied immediately, his voice deep and resonant, laced with an obvious excitement. "Spar And-raw-mee-dah" - Clearly he wanted this, he even went so far as to try and repeat her name, just to prove it.
Extending his muzzle gently, he nudged her shoulder, leaving his velvety lips pressed against her shoulder for just a moment longer than normal and exhaling softly, before pulling away, and turning on his hind end with surprising grace. Retreating a few feet, he once again twirled in the dusty sands of the Throat, to face her, keeping the lake on his left. With one last look of glee, his gaze suddenly hardened somehow, and his face dissolved into a mask of masculine concentration. His steely gaze, which not so long ago lustily traced the outlines of her body, now fixedly rested upon her, taking her in now, with a renewed purpose. Steadily, he lowered his antlered brow, and extended his massive black wings, as if beckoning her towards him.
[YAY SPAR. <3 I made us a thread. :3]
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[O] soldiers lined up like knives in a cutlery drawer [gaucho]
