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GAUCHO
I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good.
He couldn't see her as her bruise-coloured body hit the sands, but he could see the way the bloody granules parted and flattened with the weight of her. Perhaps had she not silenced the bond between he and his companions, in looking down upon her he could have changed. Overcome by the desire to drop to his knees as well, cloaking her with his wings and forcing the fight from her body, his fire a panacea. He would bleed her hatred from her, ridding them both of whatever infectious disease had poisoned their hearts and minds. Perhaps the image of Ampere appearing so weak would be enough to shatter whatever internal barrier stopped Gaucho from ending this fight.
But he couldn't see her, and so he did not drop. Ampere had cast him into darkness, and in response he had cast her into his light.
He could both hear as well as smell that his attack had been successful, and a bittersweet feeling of victory reared its ugly head inside of him. Gaucho wanted to conquer her, but not like this. He wanted - needed - to feel her raging against him, to validate the hostility he felt, not to reduce her to ashes before him. He couldn't entertain the thought that Ampere was somehow as filled with longing and loss as he. If the Wildfire failed to maintain the precarious delusion that this was all simply some effort to push him away, he would crumple just as quickly as she had.
As pain overtook the Blue her magic faded away, its hold over Gaucho's mind and the two lives it was bonded to reduced to nothing. In his antlers Mara's gaze fixated upon Ampere, revealing the tear tracks that snaked down her cheek. Gaucho wanted to drop his head, to tear or nuzzle or mar the wetness with his blood if he had to - anything to erase the pain that was etched onto her face. He felt tears spring to his own eyes, painful pinpricks that caused his long eye lashes to flutter trying to reduce the pain. The tears in his eyes hurt more than the blood dripping from his nose caused by her bite, for the wound to his soul was so much deeper.
He felt betrayed, punished for a crime he unknowingly committed, still unsure if it was a justified crime. Ampere had taken what love he had to offer, that he gave her freely and in abundance, and thrown it to the wayside, preferring her idealistic world to the one in which they currently lived. She could have brought him there with her, tried to make him understand and forgiven his mistakes, but instead she abandoned him and then just gave up.
Gaucho watched Ampere rally, expecting her to rise, but she did not. Instead, her wings flared from her sides, hurtling daggers towards him. Briefly his mind considered trying to evade the daggers, though at this range there was no point, not really. Besides, to retreat would be to put the pheonix chick in danger of being squashed by his hooves. More than all of that however, was the need to have the pain that bore through his bones be overridden by pains of the flesh. His mind couldn't handle the thoughts that were no longer reconcilable: the need for her - for them - to turn back time, the desire to hold her close and feel her flesh hot and pulsing against his own, and push her into the ground; his hatred and love.
And so he remained still and accepted her attack, but it wasn't enough. He felt pain radiate on either side of his chest, felt his flesh part to allow a new type of pain to flood his system, and yet his mind still clung fervently to its heartache. The tears that bled from his eyes seemed stronger than the blood that dribbled from identical wounds on his striped chest, and indeed continued to hurt more.
In a haze of hate and desire, Gaucho saw electricity dancing upon Ampere's skin like a shield. But in his haphazard need to somehow diminish his pain, he didn't care. Lunging forward, he aimed for her - all of her, all at once. He needed to swallow her, to burn clean their wounds and simultaneously distinguish this wildfire that was engulfing them. His wings sought to hold her in place by wrapping around her neck and trying forcing her into the darkness of his embrace, smothering her with his being. Teeth aimed for her neck and wither like a lovers bite that had gone too far.
He was losing her. Ampere was slipping away from him, as damage was irreparably dealt on both sides.
But at least she was close now. At least he had that, one last time.
WC: 800
Attack: 2/3
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[JUDGED] Can we go back before the storm came raging? [Gaucho]
