"No. Rudolph is a girl." He stated once again, failing to see why Sohalia wanted to dress him up as a female reindeer. "Gaucho, not a girl.". The white mare sniffed, as if wounded by his words. Frowning, Gaucho conceded and lowered his head to her height, grunting uncomfortably. He had learned it was usually simpler to give in when she got like this: what he had not yet learned, was that she knew it too. As his head lowered, her faux disappointment instantly disappeared, and she resumed happily chattering away to Mara, who was enjoying this process entirely too much in Gaucho's opinion.
After what felt like years, Sohalia stepped back, inspecting Gaucho with a critical eye. As she moved forward to make yet another adjustment, Gaucho raised a tinsel-covered wing in protest. "Done." He advised sternly, twitching his nose uncomfortably. Why was his nose uncomfortable you ask? Because with Mara's help, a flashing red orb was now firmly affixed there, à la Rudolph . Tsking, Sohalia nodded. "Off you go then." With a grunt, Gaucho moved forward, jingling as he did so. A harness of bells was slung from his spiked collar, connecting over his withers and behind his wings, and drooping down on both sides towards his flanks. While Sohalia had been creating his harness, Mara had been placing crystal ornaments in his antlers, courtesy of Sohalia's magic.
As Gaucho's dark wings lifted him into the air and away from the frosty sands of the Throat, he was sure he could hear Sohalia call him "Rudolph", and laughing.
Giddy-up jingle-horse Mara sang in her slithery-mental voice, as Gaucho sailed through the frigid night. The air was crisp, but the dense fog that covered the moon forced Gaucho to land in an unknown area. Moving forward, Gaucho tried to fold his wings against his flanks, to dampen the sound of jingling while he walked. Snapping his tinsel-covered tail, he moved forward towards a rather modest gravestone. Lowering his antlered brow, causing the ornaments to tinkle, he inspected the up-turned earth with a frown. Why? Gaucho thought to Mara. Monssssster Massssh? She replied, slithering down his nose to take a look. Her forked tongue tasted the air, and almost immediately she began to hiss. Her white face retracted as a hand reached upward through the frigid earth, trying to pull her down into the earthy depths. With an aggressive grunt, Gaucho lurched forward, trying to slam his hooves onto the grasping limb, before cantering uneasily into the rest of the graveyard.
During this explosive scene, Gaucho's dark wings had come away from his body, causing his harness of bells to cheerily ring out through the graveyard; little did Gaucho know, that there were more than the undead who would be listening.
Through the haze a figure draped in red seemed to materialize (or perhaps it was because of the constant pulsing red orb on his nose, that Gaucho simply blocked the additional redness). Gaucho's antlered brow lowered defensively, but it was upon Deimos' fake red-horns that Gaucho focused, rather than the real dagger hidden in the night air. The length was also unexpected, and so as Gaucho braced himself to collide with the Red-Reaper's shoulder and possibly lock horns with him, his own shoulder suddenly flared with pain, accompanied by the sound of jingling bells. Deimos' horn sliced cleanly through the top layers of skin causing pain to etch throughout his entire left leg, as his shoulder muscle tightly contracted against the wound. Had Sohalia's harness of bells not been there to partially deter the blade, the wound might have been crippling.
Literally seeing red, as well as feeling it, Gaucho roared at his attacker, stepping to the right to try and protect the rest of his left side from being gouged. His already lowered brow lowered further, trying to return the favor by scraping the Reaper's own flank. Twisting his head away and forcing himself forward, Gaucho bucked towards Deimos' hind-end, as a defensive maneuver, to deter pursuit.
Ahead, he could vaguely make out a whitish shape. Given that the ground had already attacked him, as well as a red yewwneekorn, Gaucho's primitive brain immediately concluded Arlo was a threat. His silvery magic poured from his antlers, forming a large reindeer. Both beasts charged forward in tandem towards Arlo, though one of the figures was considerably favoring his left front leg. Wanting to minimize the damage to his left shoulder, Gaucho tried to approach the white stallion on his right. His goal was to have their right shoulders collide, so that Gaucho's spiked collar would dig into the equines flesh. Meanwhile, the silvery reindeer rushed directly at Arlo's left side, trying to force him into Gaucho.
[WC: 786.
Attack: 1/3
Gaucho lands in the graveyard. After a zombie hand emerges from a grave, Gaucho jingles ahead, running almost straight into Deimos. Deimos' horn slices his shoulder. Gaucho tries to gouge Deimos with his antlers, and buck as he tries to evade him. Moving forward and seeing Arlo, Gaucho uses his magic to create a reindeer, and tries to stab Arlo's right shoulder with his spiked collar. ]
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The blast of war blows in our ears [Graveyard Champ]
