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It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
What should have been the crashing crescendo to all that Gaucho had worked towards for the past several seasons fizzled and died. His surge of passion, of self righteousness and a quest that was finally to be completed died a fowl death in his throat as the words left his lips. The taste was nearly unbearable, and yet Gaucho bore it, for what else was there to do? Had Gaucho really changed all that much, that time would be the thing that killed his notions of revenge? He had mercilessly taken his anger out on Ophelia in days past simply for resembling the stallion who now stood before him - and yet where he offered Ophelia the prowess of his body, now he only offered the Frostheart his pathetic words.
He knew nothing of Mauja's relationship with Pysche - nor of Ophelia's for that matter. Might the knowledge have restrained the dun even more? Possibly. Though enough of what felt like unfounded wrath still boiled in his veins that things might have ended up just the same. All he had done after all, was yell.
Perhaps there needed to be quite a bit more yelling going on. Now was not the time for soft spoken words and sappy sentiments. Now was a time for action if ever there was any - had they not all lost someone close to them at the hands of whatever murderer was running rampant? Of course Gaucho yelled. Of course he accused - it was a significant step up from merely impaling Mauja for his past treacheries. And yet it was against him that they turned their eyes, their accusatory glares.
Mauja the dissapear-er, and Ophelia the never quite pleased.
As Ophelia mentioned Mara the Wildfire's eyes seethed with anger, as if her intention had been to spurn his beloved bonded rather than impart a truth that he would otherwise not have known. His blackened ears flattened against his skull as once again the thought of running Ophelia through with his horns bloomed in his mind. She has chastised him for failing to understand that his line of thinking wasn't always correct, and wasn't the only one in the offing. He wish he had the words to tell her she was guilty of precisely the same sins.
"Mara say snake skin look a lot like dragon skin." He didn't care that her words were likely born out of hatred for Tinek. It was true. How did she know it was snake skin rather than any other type of reptile skin? "Mara also say owls eat snakes." He concluded, his flattened glare meaning to seek out Mauja. There was nothing here that tied this murder to him anymore than it did either of him.
Then again, he wasn't the one burning evidence and standing over a burning corpse.
However Gaucho was not prepared for what would follow, when the words dripped from the traitorous horned one's lips. I didn't kill her. Gaucho had expected to see fire burn and bloom around his blue-tinged hooves, a sign from the God of the Sun himself that Mauja was lying - but the only flames were those from Psyche and himself. A shiver coursed through his spine as the anger that he so badly wanted to hurl at Mauja deflated within him. He felt empty and defeated, hollow and broken. He wanted to accuse him of the crime anyway, but to do so would be to scorn the gift given to his herd by their God. That was a crime that even Mauja amd his seething hate couldn't make him commit.
Angrily Gaucho stomped a black hoof into the ground, furious that a reason to kill had been taken from him. Snorting, as if he could simply expel the wash of emotion within himself, he spoke to Ophelia, even as his eyes continued to bear into Mauja.
"Go ahead. Gaucho not do this."
