GAUCHO

If they weren't bestfriends before, they obviously were now. There are only a handful of times in one's life, where such simple acts can portray such a wealth and depth of meaning. This applies even to primitive and so-called stupid creatures like Gaucho. Just because they might need neon flashing signs to realize the meaning in simple gestures, doesn't mean they don't see them.

Gaucho had now seen them twice from Oxy - although currently, their first encounter was still barred from his conscious thoughts. As the word 'train' casually felt from The Addicts lips, the feeling of comradery and excitement that had been building in Gaucho's breast (although likely all it was was the anxiety and nausea that was beginning to stir as the drugs wore off), finally came to a head. His concern over having to be a double-agent in this little operation, faded away as his pal's dual-horned skull lowered and bobbed (although whether it was actually bobbing, or whether Gaucho was still feeling the effects of the vines, was up for debate).

Gaucho lowered his own skull, which sent Mara slithering backwards to his wither, and the safety of his wings. She could see what was coming in the depths of her bonded's mind, and did not feel like becoming a shish-kabob.

"Train." Gaucho confirmed - though with his head tucked neatly to his chest, the pressure on his vocal chords garbled the word even more than his own tongue did on its own. Lunging forwards, Gaucho aimed to scoop upwards, to try and force Oxy's downward-slanted horns into the lower tines of his own antlers. His dark lips - still slightly tingly from the effects of Oxy's previous magic, haphazardly stretched outwards, searching for the white hairs on the bridge of Oxy's skull. Not necessarily to bite, more just to let him know that Gaucho was there. Like some toothless predator, gumming its prey.

With a grunt that forced snot from his nose likely onto Oxy's, Gaucho tried to force the bulkier stallion backwards. However this was no easy feat. Oxy stood as tall as Gaucho, but was far bulkier. It was like pushing against a mountain of smelly, breathing rocks. Pinning his ears, Gaucho huffed with effort. Perhaps his new bestfriend would fall down. Trip over something.

Hadn't that happened before...? Again, images of trees, an upside down sky, and laughter hazily swam before his eyes....

Nah. It was probably just blood rushing to his brain, since he realized he had been holding his breath due to the effort. It definitely wasn't his memories returning.

Raising his right foreleg, Gaucho lashed outwards towards Oxy's left cannon bone. Although shire hooves were undoubtedly much larger, his own had some size and weight to them. He aimed to simultaneously shove Oxy backwards, while kicking forwards (a coordinated movement that proved difficult under the lingering effects of Oxy's magic).

As Gaucho strained with effort and blood vessels began to protrude along his dark neck, a calmness swept through his mind. No longer was he concerned with pretending to be someone who he wasn't (who he actually was), finding the source of the lightning bolt symbol - ampere? - or initiating an attack against those who plotted against him. All he wanted, WAS FOR THIS BIG F#CKING OAF TO TRIP OR LOSE SOME WEIGHT ALREADY.

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Summary: Gaucho tries to lock antlers with Oxy, and tries to lip the bridge of his nose. He also tries to shove him backwards, and kick his left leg.

Just a note, this is continued from this thread.