Although the dun could not remember his alliance with the Sun God, he did still recall his reverence for the Gods, and the magic that they could bestow. He was a very spiritual and religious creature, to an arcane and primal extent, anyways. Although rather unknowingly, Thranduil's brief departure set the stage perfectly to win Gaucho's overwhelming confidence. Even were Mara to disagree with him at this point, her voice and opinion would easily have been overridden.
As the golden stag returned, the WildFire's dark features eagerly rested upon him, with a carnivorousness expectation. He was practically salivating. The very thought of having a gift from a God was enough to make the large creature's blocky skull drop a few inches eagerly. It was a dangerous game to play, however. Should Gaucho find out about the trickery, Thranduil would surely be killed - the combination of Mara's poison and Gaucho's magic and physical attributes, were an almost insurmountable force. Still, things appeared to be going well... Although Mara was slightly skeptical about how and why the golden prince would conceal such a rarity in the shubbery around the Rotunda, she remained silent. Perhaps he lived here, was a keeper here...the pair had never ventured this way before, so it was at least possible that this was so.
Gaucho listened carefully as Thranduil spoke, nodding occasionally, though at all the wrong places. This was the case, as Mara's translations were slightly behind. Still, Gaucho appeared to catch the gist of what was being said. Eagerly, he dropped his antlered skull so that the golden prince could place the cloth upon him. His dark ears flickered slightly as his flame-embossed wings folded to his flanks. He closed his stormy eyes, as if that was some how necessary. Mara on the other hand, did not. Her black stare focused intently upon Thranduil , untrusting, but willing to try. Her black tongue forked from her lips silently, as she steel-coloured body swayed slightly. If this was a trap...what was the worst that could happen? Wasn't it just a piece of cloth?
"Put cloth on Gaucho." The Dun demanded.
His mind reeled as he thought of how this gift would aid him. He would first seek out those who had found him the Threshold - the black one, the odd girl who spoke a language similar to his own, and the golden one. The one who had followed him, who had called to him so intimately. He would listen to their lies again, but with the cloth, he would know them to be so. He would punish those who had instigated this plot against him. And he would find some way to reward Thranduil for his gift.
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