[This is an IC herd vote regarding patronage of the Dragon's Throat. Background: When older characters such as Kri came here from Isilme, they had met/worshipped (etc) other Gods. Thus when Kri took over the Dragon's Throat, a rule was made that no respect had to be given to the God of the Sun, who is the patron of the Dragon's Throat. Gaucho is now asking that this be changed.
- No posting order.
- Feel free to keep your posts quick, especially if you're agreeing to the change.
- If you're too busy to post but want to disagree with this change, please PM me.]
- Midas is already with Gaucho - continued from this thread.
Had Gaucho ever felt nervous before? Given how unnerved he felt, and how fluttery his insides seemed to be, he very much doubted it - this was not a feeling he recalled from any prior experience. His body was battled trained and ready, his worth proved time and again in invasions, spars, and challenges. With females...well. He liked them, and they seemed to like him back just fine - there had never been any doubt or fear of rejection. His soul had never been rattled with uncertainty, as it was now. He needed the herd to understand him - not just his words, but his meaning.
Standing near the eternally burning flame of the Throat, Gaucho reared up to his full height, a piercing cry echoing from his strong jaws. "Throat to Gaucho!"
Landing heavily in the sands, the dun waited.
[Insert everyone arriving]
As Gaucho scanned the attentive eyes before him, he tried to remember what Onni had told him.
You must speak from the heart, the Shaman had said. That seemed easier said than done; how was the beast meant to communicate the overwhelming notion of this-is-what's-right-
ness, within his chest? It was a feeling, not a sound that he could make with his lips. But he would try, he had to make them understand.
"Brothers. Sisters." He began, his voice resonant and rumbling. His speech had improved since taking on the position of Sultan - indeed it demanded it. Although his words were still somewhat choppy as his dark lips formed them, they were not broken as they were before. At least, not all of the time.
"I call vote." He advised, scanning the crowd.
"Gaucho want all of Dragon's Throat to - " Pausing, the dun's eyes moved upwards, to where Mara was silently aiding with his word choice.
"-ack-know-ledge God of Sun, as patron of Dragon's Throat. Gaucho want all to respect him."
Speak from the heart
Taking a breath, the Sultan continued.
"When Kri come here long time ago, she say that no respect had to be given to any of the Gods. Not even Sun God. But this is Sun God's land, and you are not Kri - you live under his light, and use his magic - " Pausing, Gaucho spread his blackened wings, which now radiated with fire. Rings of fire burned harmlessly around his hooves - around
all of their hooves, wings, and tails*.
" Sun God protect us. Give us home - " Turning to look at Midas, Gaucho's stormy gaze tried to find an ally in the paint.
"That not mean you can't love other Gods." he offered, knowing that his painted brother followed the God of the Earth;
"-but respect must be given to Sun, as long as we stay in his lands. Sun is powerful, Sun is strong. Sun is life, and Sun make us safe."
"Africa and Soh get magic from Sun God. Onni heal with sun magic...Gaucho meet Sun God...." Fumbling now, Gaucho grunted. He didn't know what more to say - what more
could he say?
"Sun God deserve our respect." He concluded.
Pausing, the dun folded his wings back to his sides. His chest trembled slightly with adrenaline, as his mind wrestled to keep his primitive masculinity under control. He could not fight them into submission - they were not an invading herd to be beaten down, to yeild to his will. They were his family. All he could hope is that they would hear the words spoken from his heart, and agree.
*Herd Champs for the month of January has given the DT passive fire magic
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