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Got me in chains for your love [GAUCHO challenge]

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#1


A M P E R E


She faltered for a moment, just a moment, as she was forced to lift her head to look up at the great hulking beast cloaked in fire, sand, and sex. His wings would have cast a shadow upon her, if not for the harmless flames that licked their edges, throwing warm light upon the dark stain of her wet skin. In that moment she forgot everything except him - and then all she could remember was what was good about him. Although it was impossible, she felt heat rolling from him and into her; an undertow of passion and desire. It caused her to cast her ears back in uncertainty. Not for the first time Ampere struggled with herself. She was forced to ask why she always made life harder on herself. It would be easy to accept Gaucho now, to just take him and have him the way they both wanted - what good was this dance of denial?

Wide-eyed and blue Ampere could only stare at her Sultan, immobile with indecision. Her breaths came fast, due in part to wading through the sea they both stood in, but for more too - and he would know. She could have reached out then and touched him, traced the arcs of his muscle and pressed her weaknesses into his strength until he smothered them out of her. She could hav- he spoke, and that was all it took to break the dream apart. All around her the fantasy fell in splinters, letting the world come rushing back in. It was dreadfully cold.

All that warmth that his presence and his searing gaze pushed into her, now burned the frayed edges of her self control. It cooked the rage she was chewing on until it sizzled and popped, threatening to burn and turn all hard and black and tough. You've pushed me to this edge, she lamented inside, somewhere beneath the flames that licked her innards. The thought came as she took another step towards him, eye cast down so she didn't have to see the imposing tower of might that he was. She had fought with him several times before, and each time she had not succeeded. Sense would have told her to avoid this, to extinguish the flames Gaucho stirred with the cold grace of Mesec and his night. Though even as this knowledge swam around Ampere's conscious, bringing the glitter of tears to the rim of her eyes, she knew she could not, for the same reasons she couldn't just take Gaucho back. She couldn't do what was easy, she had to do what was right, and the only way she knew how was with a storm. She didn't know what Gaucho would do or say when the dust cleared, or if she had any hope of winning, but she would have to try because she couldn't live with herself otherwise. It was bad enough she still wanted him, she could not simply give into him too.

So Ampere ducked her head down in a fluid snaking of wild mane and black muscle as her knives hurtled their way from her sheaths. Ampere tried to bite at Gaucho's front knees, nares flaring as she breathed deep in preparation for the nearby water. Going off the same challenge she posed to her warriors, Ampere would have use tricks against this stronger foe if she had any hope of surviving this engagement. She hoped her strange attack, coupled with the lack of hints she gave to her intentions (although he might know her well enough), would confuse or startle him. She wanted him to back up, or rear up, or anything that might make him bigger, and thus easier for her daggers to hit as they whizzed by either side of her and to him. She wanted to hit his wings, the very ones he'd lifted out on either side, but she wasn't aiming very well and he was much taller than her, so they might hit his body instead if at all.

"They do not deserve slavery!" she roared out, nose flinging from the water with a deliberate trail to try and splash it at him as she lifted it up. Haunches coiled, hooves finding easy traction on the wet sand beneath, though the sea would slow her considerably as their fight continued. She aimed to lunge at him in a rear, front hooves sent out like a boxer for his chest or legs if he was still close, her teeth finishing the round as she nipped at any part of him with the descent of her forelegs. Meanwhile she flapped her wings, again trailing salt water.

Ampere bit through the anger and the fire, tasting chalk and ash and him.



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D: 0/1
W: 800/800

In the Dragon's Throat, within/near the northeastern beach, during Orangemoon.

Ampere is challenging @[Gaucho] for Confutatis' freedom <3

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#2


He was not surprised that she was pushing him on this. Ampere was his biggest advocate, but also his loudest dissenter. She was there when the Sun God raised him to power, and again when he was raised even higher - ascended. Both those moments of glory were eclipsed by the much more routine constant criticisms that she offered him. Were it any other member of his herd, he might have told them to leave long ago. If they were so dissatisfied with his leadership, there were no shackles chaining them here - they could go anytime they liked. But Ampere ... His mind wouldn't let her go, and so he bore her betrayals with patience only motivated by lusty greed. He wanted her near, regardless of the costs.

Gaucho felt the hot and repetitive breaths of her anger, and he inhaled deeply - breathing her own hostility back at her.

As her muscles coiled and her daggers hummed, Gaucho's body readied itself. He would beat her down into the sands, and still she wouldn't understand. In that instant he knew something fundamental had changed within himself - part of him wanted to talk about this, rather than fight. Gaucho found his mind frustrated by the fact that Ampere once again jumped to conclusions. She had acted this way when he brought Hotaru home as well. This time, all of her assumptions were wrong. What made it worse was that she must have known it. Why else would her daggers be thrown at his wings, as opposed to her words being thrown at his ears? It was because she was wrong, and Gaucho hated her for it. He hated that he would have to satisfy his cravings for her body on this - on Confutatis, the demon mare who kidnapped children, left hers in exile, but who remained protected on his sands. She didn't deserve Ampere as her champion.

As Ampere's nose dove towards his knees, all thoughts of discussion fled. His mind was only focused on the two of them now, and the heat and blood of their bodies.

Gaucho would not rise up as Ampere likely wished him to. Instead, as her teeth looked for the skin of his knees, he tried to ram his bones into her waiting mouth. His large hooves moved slowly out of the watery sands, but they did move - and always forward. He wouldn't give an inch. Not to this. Not to her. He kept his antlered skull raised somewhat, so that should she suddenly rear up, her poll would not be able to find his jaw.

He felt a stinging in his knees, but nothing compared to what he felt in his wings. Pain raked through his wings simultaneously from mirrored positions. Her daggers had found their way through his secondary feathers. Their momentum plucked a few blackened feathers, but also let blood dribble from the thin skin that stretched over his flight bones. It was like a magnified paper cut on both sides. Gaucho felt himself snarl his pain into Ampere's upturned and tousled mane, more as a frustrated response to Ampere's attack. Her use of daggers felt cold and impersonal. If she was going to draw blood, she should have to taste it herself.

"PRISONER NOT THE SAME AS SLAVE." He roared back as water splashed at his chest and belly.

As her body sprang towards him, his already outspread (and now bloody) wings sprang forward as if to embrace a lover leaping into his waiting arms as his forelegs rose off of the ground as well. His wings sought to wrap around her shoulders like some horrible reminder of how the two had been together once. Blood dripped from his feathers, likely onto her shoulders and back if his embrace was true. As her hooves thundered out against his chest, Gaucho realized just how much smaller she was than he. Her body was so compact and bursting with energy - her 'punches' at such a close range left bruises but no open wounds. Still, as his own forelegs tried to intertwine in her own, he felt his chest muscles already stiffening from her assault. With force and aggression he shoved and flailed. His intent was to not only use his hooves and power to shove Ampere back down, but to use his height to possibly hit her in the mouth or cheek with one of his knees. As her jaw snaked around to try and bite him however, he let his nose rise up towards the sky defensively. Her teeth left only love-bites on his neck, as their embrace slowly broke apart.

Intimacy draped in violence. It suited them.



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#3


A M P E R E


You would have thought after all these years of fighting the good fight, that Ampere either would have won, or given up, or at least learned something. Wisdom doesn't necessarily come in age, just experience, but Ampere had enough of either by now. Yet she continued, as unwavering as the tide, storming the beach of those whom opposed her crusade.

That's what it had become, a crusade. What began as childish outrage at real or perceived unfairness about companions, had evolved into some deranged quest to liberate anyone and everyone. If she bothered to stand still for more than a couple seconds, she was forced to think, and to talk, and whenever that happened she always found holes in her rationality. It was why she had grown so fond of Gaucho so quickly - he was a man of action and settled his decisions with his might. Unfortunately he stood on the other line in the sand more often than not, and his might far outweighed hers; knowledge which both terrified and invigorated her. She would not stop, not now, not ever. If she stopped, then it would all catch up with her, and what would she have?

That fear kept her alive.

It was a fear that she bit into as she engaged with her Sultan. Tricks, she thought in annoyance the moment before his knees made contact with her face, are for fools. Ampere didn't have the strength to beat Gaucho, but neither did she have the deceit with which to slip past his brute force. He was fire, but so was she, and all she knew how to do was burn.

Too committed to turn back, his knees lifted into her gaping mouth, pushing hard against her teeth and making her neck bunch with a hasty recoil. Her lips and her gums swelled instantly and throbbed in time with her pulse, but she managed to turn away before he knocked anything in, or out, or bloody. The fury of that small defeat, one she couldn't afford, spurred her into greater fervor as she lunged for him, but he happily took her, holding her like some ghostly reminder of what they once were. Was this a trick of his?

It worked.

Held by his wings, she stiffened, losing some ferocity as she reached for him. He was so tall all he had to do was lean in a little, throw his presence over her and remind her of just how small and fragile she really was. It was almost kind actually. Like a hand thrusting her up against a wall (his wings), and the other hand grabbing out for the slap she was about to deliver (his legs tangled up in hers). The strength of his grip seemed to ask, are you sure you want to do this?. She wasn't sure. Just for a moment... she had to fight back that flaring urge to crumble into him. Gaucho, her heart mourned, too fond of the flame to settle for the stars, but too burnt to accept any more.

His touch left bruises along either of her forelimbs. She would have stayed woven together with him if she could have, but she was falling back down to all fours and his wings were slipping away, giving her the choice to make. As she dropped, water splashed up against her chest. Its chill helped chase away his heat.

"I- I can't accept that you take freedom so easily." She whispered to him as she stood, huddled in the water in the wake of his touch. Blue eyes blinked up at him, and like her words, were etched with a grief she didn't know what to do with. He tore her apart like no one else.

The threat of tears were blinked away as Ampere slung her head abruptly left, dropping her weight onto her forehand so that she could whirl her haunches around and fire out a buck towards Gaucho's chest. The water slowed her though, and he was tall, so the aim might end up closer towards his legs.

Why couldn't he just understand? Why couldn't anyone seem to see what she did? Ampere could talk about these things, it wasn't as if she was unwilling or incapable. She had done so before and it had gotten her nowhere. The fighting hadn't either, really, but it was a lot more worthwhile for her. Each strike left her feeling whole and empty all at once, and each bruise felt like a medal. I earned this, for you, is what her battle wounds said, even if she wasn't aware of it herself. In a world that was so abhorrently selfish, Ampere couldn't face the fact that she was too.



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W: 800/800


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#4


Having her so close was torture, Like water in hot oil. His mind knew he needed to rally away, to do what was honourable by Sohalia, and leave some room for her memory between the two of them. You promised.. His mind urged, but his body ignored it. After all, where was she? Where had Sohalia even gone. He knew, deep down, blaming his desire to be unfaithful on her absence wasn't fair. That wasn't part of their agreement. But it came to him so easily, satisfied and soothed his mind, especially with Ampere wrapped up in his wings. Every part of him that touched a part of her screamed for more. The irrational and primal heat of it all swamped his thoughts momentarily, and thanks to some sick logic, he found himself actually silently thanking Confutatis. Thanking her for being the miscreant that she was, for giving him a reason to capture her and rally Ampere against him.

As her voluptuous rear spun his way, seemingly in slow motion thanks to the sand and the water, all thoughts of Confutatis disappeared. There was only Ampere's ...

thud

Her hooves struck the muscles of his bicep and the bones of his forearm. He had forgotten what a punch she could pack when given the distance to do so. So trained had his eyes been on the curve and swell of her rear, of the feathers that sprouted out of blue and black, that he hadn't even bothered to move out of the way of what he knew was coming. But then, that was them all over: taking the pleasure regardless of the inevitable pain. A dull thud ached through his chest, but it was comparatively minor. Her attacks had seemingly softened as much as her words had.

"Only take when needed. And not forever."

Lunging forward, his forelegs lifted out of the sands and aimed for either side of her - almost as if he was mounting her. The temptation was far too great to do anything else when her blue behind was so close, regardless of who was watching. This was clearly not just about Confutatis, there was still something underneath that spurned her ire towards Gaucho in a way that didn't manifest quite like this towards anyone else. If it was about sex, that might as well be addressed. Gaucho hoped his bulk would prevent her from bucking, given that if his lunge had been successful his belly and groin would be fully exposed behind her. But his intent was not to mount her, no matter how strong he aimed his grip to be on her flanks. Fiery wings, still outstretched, tried to hover around her ears like blinders focusing her attention on him, as his dark muzzle reached forward. "You restrict Zero's freedom. To keep him safe. Restrict when necessary. Give when necessary. It how he learns. How you keep him safe." His words were unnecessarily soft, meant only for her. He would not speak his offspring's name with hate or malice in his voice. While it had never been confirmed, Gaucho couldn't believe that Zero belonged to anyone other than him. And although emotional manipulation hadn't been his intent, surely the position that he had tried to force them into, combined with the name of their illegitimate child, would resonate with Ampere.

But even the softness of his words could not disguise the huskiness that lined every syllable. The fire on his wings paled in comparison to that which was in his belly, as it screamed for his mind to submit to his most base instincts. If she offered herself in return, Gaucho would do anything Ampere asked of him; the heat and smell of her was that strong.

Pulling back, Gaucho tried to drag his teeth along Ampere's neck, biting as he went, though aiming a much harder bite on the left side of her shoulder, near her wing joint. As his body pulled off of hers, he spun defensively to the right, trying to force them to be perpendicular. If she was going to kick again, better he take the brunt of it on his hindquarters, than his flanks or chest.

The feeling of cold that permeated out of the places where they had touched felt like ice in his mind and loins. He could barely force himself to talk through his lusty haze.
"This her own doing. She not be here forever." He spat, ears flat against his skull. "You prefer Gaucho kill her? Cripple her? Or give her food and shelter in Throat until she learns her lesson? Basin already tried talking to her, it not work. She try to steal others, steal pregnant mares, and torture foals. This best she gets."

Gaucho happy to keep fighting about it if it keeps you close...



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#5


A M P E R E


He was on her before she'd even regained her balance after her buck. He was on her, and where she might have bristled at anyone else for such audacity, she instead reveled in the warmth of his frame as it sunk on her. Even if she wanted to, he was too heavy to dislodge easily, and the quagmire of sand and water they stood in would have thwarted her even so. His forelegs fit snugly against her sides, so much like before. Was he trying to remind her? Was he hoping to use that old tenderness to unclench her fists?

The hellish halos of his around her face distracted her already hazy focus. As he leaned closer, his voice rumbled out soft, but no less strong - sensual, even. His 'trick' might have worked, might have stunned her into submission, except for one thing. One word, actually. Zero.

Ampere hated that nickname for her son.

Although seasons past, when Ampere and Gaucho had shared the position in actuality, she never would have put anyone above him. Now though, surprising even herself, Ampere had invested everything in her child. The desire to protect him, to love him, sometimes it hurt it was so strong. What the fuck did Gaucho even know about him though, much less Ampere's parenting methods? She couldn't help but respond with a derisive snort, knowing the boy to be far too independent and reckless for his own good, just as she had been. Whatever she restricted though, it was not his freedom. Did Gaucho even know what the damn word was? He seemed to think it had to be forcibly given or taken in opposition of safety, as if one had to weigh down the other.

Wrong, was all she could think, and it screamed out in response to so many things. It burned in the wake of Gaucho's teeth which pressed and pulled at her flesh, bruising and aggravating the hide near her left wing. It paled in comparison to the burn in her mind though, one which he continued to stoke as he spoke.

Yes, Ampere wanted to say in response. Go ahead, kill Confutatis, or cripple her. Talking to her and beating her ass hadn't worked as Gaucho said, so take that further step and remove her ability to steal and torture. Murder didn't seem right though, admittedly. No one deserved control over life, whether that was to hold it, or to snuff it out, both felt wrong. Crippling... she could get behind that. You could still live free with that. "Blood for blood," Ampere rasped. She'd thought Gaucho already understood that was the way.

Gaucho would rather keep Confutatis though, but to what end? He wanted to talk about teaching, but what was Confutatis learning while she sat in the sands, drinking up the herd's resources, biding her time with feelings of injustice (presumably)? What did he expect to happen if it wasn't forever, that Confutatis would leave a changed mare? You had to MAKE change, not wait for it - hadn't he told her as much last time?

She's the Basin's problem, came the next set of Ampere's rebellious thoughts, but she refrained from spitting that out too. That wasn't a solution either, because still nothing was being done - pretending a problem didn't exist just because it wasn't in front of you was half of what was fucked up in the world. So, what then? Ampere didn't know. What else could be done other than this; there had to be something.

Not having a better answer frustrated Ampere. Still trying to sort it out, and herself, and him, Ampere could only think to do what she'd been doing, because it made her feel better. She threw out another attack, hoping she might peel away more of that bay flesh and find the solution buried beneath.

She turned her body, following Gaucho right. Her teeth flashed out, trying to grab hold of any part of him, trying to keep him close, to keep feeling him. She pursued his body after her teeth, haunches cupping her weight again as she lifted in a rear, surging towards the left side of his head. His height meant she had a far way to reach, but if she could just get the delicate parts of his face, maybe her hits would actually matter. Maybe then he would listen to her, rather than lecture her.

Her front feet, originally curled by her chest, extended out hard to try and hit his shoulder or side, mindful of his spiked collar. She leaned in on them, if she made purchase, as if she was going to climb up him, while her teeth again sought him out.



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#6


Blood for blood

Her words had bite, yet Gaucho didn't see how it was supposed to be a critique of his actions. Wasn't that precisely what he was doing? Confutatis had tried to capture those around her - Gaucho was merely doing the same. Perhaps where they differed was in outcome. Gaucho hardly cared if Confutatis learned her lesson. If she didn't - if she moved against the Basin - he would have a reason to kill her. It was almost ironic, really, given Ampere's hard and fast stance when it came to justice, that she should be the one perpetuating such injustice. She would rather have Gaucho break Confutatis's bones and sentence to her a lifetime of restricted freedom, rather than a few months. Ampere would rather waste his time motivating her own self-righteous agenda than waste the herds resources on trying to teach a mare a lesson. This dance wouldn't change a thing in Ampere's mind, but it might in Confutatis'; yet Ampere only saw one as being worthwhile.

Ampere was like a rabid dog - throwing herself at him, frothing and snapping her teeth. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her as her body readily snaked after his. He heard teeth snapping as her body lunged from the water. He felt her hooves and shins hit his left shoulder, and immediately his ears pinned against his head as a snide smirk broke his darkened lips. Was this her way of getting revenge? Was she going to try and climb ontop of him to prove that anything he could do, she could do better? He pointed his nose up and to the right, but not before her teeth clamped down on the meat of his cheek. Pain radiated outwards and instantly tears sprung to his eyes as the sharp pinch of her attack flooded through seemingly his entire skull. Gaucho grunted, tearing his face away with a squeal of pain, and allowed his body to take a step to the right to widen his stance to hold her weight as she leaned against him. He might have easily side stepped the entire thing, allowed her to fail in her lunge but he didn't. He remained, catching her in his own way once again, and accepting her anger. He might not have deserved it, but something told him that her storm needed to run its course before the skies could clear.

Her forelimbs relentlessly dug into his shoulder and neck, like some bastardized massage technique that she hadn't quite mastered yet. His muscles cramped under her weight and assault, and it was all Gaucho could do to remain stationary. Regardless of the pain that clawed through his muscles and stung his cheek, he couldn't pull away from her.

Mara however, was having none of it. From her place in his antlers, the gun-steel coloured snake struck. She had intervened last time Ampere had pulled out her soap box, and she was more than happy to do so again. Her lips parted to reveal fangs dropping with a toxin that would hopefully take quite a bit of pep out of Ampere's step. She aimed for the right side of Ampere's neck, just behind her ear. Although the meatier part of Ampere's neck was lower down, the snake didn't want to risk the blue's flailing limbs. Holding on to Gaucho's antlers with her tail, she struck, hoping to bite and then quickly return back to the safety of Gaucho's rack.

Snapping his tail, Gaucho leaned hard to the left, trying to knock Ampere off balance. He wouldn't let her fall, but that didn't mean he needed to simply continue to stand there while she berated him. He hoped that by slightly dropping his shoulder she would have to find purchase anew - which would require placing her knees onto his spikes. Assuming she wasn't that stubborn, she'd have to cease her massaging and regain her footing. When she did, he would kick out with his back left leg, aiming once again to unsettle her footing by hitting her right thigh or leg.

Even then, when all four hooves were back on the ground, he didn't pull away. Were this any other spar, he might have darted forward and swung around to face his opponent, but Gaucho couldn't pull himself away from Ampere's side. Instead, his hips moved in her direction as his legs crossed over each other, trying to bring him closer to her flank, attempting to force them parallel. Although his antlered skull was still raised to try and evade any more of her love-bites, it was clear that whatever tactic this was, it was not driven by battle-strategy. Whatever reasons he had for remaining close, they had nothing to do with winning.





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#7


A M P E R E


She had stopped fighting to win a while ago. What even was winning, at this point? Had there ever even been a time when that was a possibility for her. Certainly not with him. Ampere had been losing to Gaucho the moment they first met, and every meeting there after continued to tilt the score in his side, no matter how thin the chalk got or how hazy the line, his wall was marked up, and the bar was closing. That had never really mattered to Ampere though, and maybe it should have because it generally seemed to hurt less when you won, but it still hurt, one way or another. Still, it didn't, matter that is. Whether it was that reckless abandon inside of her, like she was a storm trapped inside of a horse, or just a horse born in a storm, whatever it was it carried her through life like a good warm thermal. She couldn't just stop and fold her wings, because you never just quit when you're gliding on a thermal, you ride it out until it's done, and then you find another.

That was life for Ampere. She was riding out the fights, all hot air and broken chalk. Whether you won or you lost didn't really matter because either way you died; so all you had to do was survive. Ampere knew she could survive a fight with Gaucho, just like she knew she couldn't win a fight with Gaucho. She wasn't so sure she could say the same for fights without Gaucho though, and maybe that's all it was in the end. Fuck the chalk board and the sloppy score drunks kept in the night, Ampere just wanted those moments with him. She was preaching about freedom because he had trapped her, somewhere in that heat of his gaze and the folds of his coat, he had taken her; her had become her thermals.

Fuck him for that.

So that's why Ampere threw out those punches, and those bites, whether or not it was Gaucho she was hitting or just a rock wall, she had to take those hits because it was really all she had. It wasn't like Confutatis wasn't important, but Ampere didn't like to face the things inside of herself because that wasn't a battle she was so sure she could survive, and she definitely couldn't win it. So whenever she had to it was easier to pretend it was someone else, something else, that she was really fighting with. Maybe that was why she liked the ocean so much, it never stood still long enough for her to catch a glimpse of herself in the water. The ocean was constant, and it was tough, and it hit the sand day in and day out, so Ampere would do the same. Gaucho and his ascension and his height and his muscles be damned, she would not balk in his shadow, would not let him control her. Because the ocean cannot fear the beach and it's vastness of strength, else the tides would stop rolling.

She hit him. Over and over she hit and bit him, and he stood there like the fucking beach taking every wave. It was worse because of that, because she could feel in this instance that he was holding her, supporting her like she needed help standing. Another line of chalk dragged down the board, dusty and crooked.

They could have gone on, except those fangs came fast and hard; a blur Ampere's eyes only recognized when she'd already been bitten. It felt like liquid fire was injected inside her body, and if she'd ever thought she'd burned before, this was much worse. She was sinking (into a burning ring of fire) - he was sliding away. She popped off him with his push, just avoiding the spines, but not the kick. Her step stumbled as he jostled her right hind leg, a bruise imminent, though dwarfed by the continual thread of lava her heart pushed deeper into her body. It made things, blurry, and it made them... slow. Was that the word?

Fuck. She was losing again, wasn't she? She flailed in response, her body bucking at the venom. Her neck convulsed, swinging like a giraffe for his left side as he lingered close. She stomped her left foot, splash, nowhere near him, then her right front, splash, possibly scraping down his front leg. Then she was falling towards him because her balance had gone - what even was balance any more. In a delayed response her wings flicked out to catch her, the right one buffeting by Gaucho, but he was too close for it to do much but tickle probably.



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Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
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Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
#8


Her intent had seemingly waned far sooner than Gaucho had expected it to. In their last spar Ampere had thrown daggers, dragons of electricity, and even his own magic back at him. Now, she threw feeble punches, love-bites, and haphazard kicks. Where had she gone?, Gaucho wondered as the blue pulled from his side. Mara might have taken some of the energy out of her body, but her toxins didn't have the ability to cage Ampere's spirit. But it appeared that something already had...The urgent burning in his loins that had obscured his thinking suddenly turned cold, so cold, with the icy weight of reality.

Was this it then? Was this all the fight she had?

Foolishly, Gaucho thought that if they couldn't be together that they could be .. this, whatever it was. It was why he put up with her eye rolling at his every word and her challenging his every action - it was worth it to see the (literal and metaphorical) sparks he saw in her eyes every so often, to be a witness to a spirit that dwarfed all others, even if it was turned against him. If frustrated hostility and disagreement were the only substances that could bind them together, then so be it. He would live in this life of constant turmoil and destruction for her. She wouldn't let him right the wrongs of his past, wouldn't forgive him, but at least she cared enough to fight him on everything else. For Gaucho, it was the only way he knew she still cared.

But now?

Did she?

Do you? He wondered as her antics drew him near once again. Her nose struck the blue on his chest as it wavered back and forth, and with something nearly like concern, he stepped towards her: right into her flailing hooves. Pain screeched down his left leg like wildfire. The angle of her stomp had afforded her a piece of his flesh, and blood began to dribble down from an inch wide blunt cut. The area around screamed defenselessly, not wanting to be overshadowed by the bloody injury. There was no fat or muscle on his cannon bone to protect against kicks, and so the pain reverberated deep into his bone. Instinctively, he shifted his weight to the right so that he could pull his leg out of the wet sand. The last thing he wanted was the feeling of sand in his wound.

As her body tumbled towards his, Gaucho was torn. The moment stretched on as indecision racked his brain - a brain which normally functioned so seamlessly during a spar. But this was no ordinary spar ... this was something else, and required something else. It required whatever it was that he always saw in Sohalia's expectant gaze. It was whatever he did, or failed to do, that always let her down. It was the reason Ampere couldn't forgive him, and why he had never apologized. It was like a layer of vantablack* that covered his mind - thin enough as to seem inconsequential, but dark enough to make it impossible to see.

He didn't know what to do.

He could either fight back and give her what she had said and acted like she wanted. A challenge. A fight. He could push against her and retaliate. Whatever had caused her to give up and stop caring, perhaps he could get it back. If he threw dragons of fire at her, would she return with dragons of electricity? Would she steal his magic again? Could he make her heart race, if not for him, then for the idea of beating him?

Or ... her wing brushed his flank and things got hazy again. Warmth pulsed not only in his loins but somewhere higher ... somewhere harder to explain. It was massive, and it was small; it was his heart and in truth, it beat only for her. He knew this moment wasn't what his heart thought it was - it wasn't Ampere falling against him, drawing strength and safety and comfort from him. She was weak, delirious from Mara's toxin. It was either against him, or into the water. Ampere wasn't so stubborn as to chose drowning over falling against him, but ...

She was here.

After all his chasing, how could he just let her go now? It was ridiculous that he even considered it, because he knew that 'this' wasn't anything. This was Ampere being weak. This was Ampere's body choosing to remain standing with his support; it wasn't her heart choosing him.

It wasn't anything. It didn't mean anything.

But it did mean something to him.

(You're a warrior, this is a challenge. You fight. You are right, she is wrong. At least do her the courtesy of fighting her.)

(I'll never have her like this again.)

(You don't have her to begin with.)

(She'll hate you for calling attention to her weakness.)

Gaucho's un-articulated thoughts rattled his soul as the warmth of Ampere's body continued to press against him. The heat of his love, (if he wasn't certain that's what it was before, he was certain now), threatened to burn him from the inside out. He couldn't endure this, knowing that it was nothing for her, but he also couldn't push her away.

So through grit teeth, her did the only thing he could think of. The only thing that would salvage her dignity and his heart. Slamming his front leg down, his warrior's magic reverberated all around them unsettling their footing. Pain screamed through Gaucho's leg, but he welcomed it.

It temporarily blotted out the burning of his heart.




*VANTABLACK IS THE DARKEST SUBSTANCE EVER YO, AND IS COOL AS SHIT.



WC: 931 *SORRY. I accept the penalty.
Attack: 4/4




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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#9


A M P E R E



She was sinking, slipping, drifting... F I R E. It consumed her, so bright, yet so dark. Eyelashes fluttered in a daze, images dancing in front of her eyes like spots of colors rather than items or beings. They moved and spun and tilted, or at least that's what Ampere thought, unable to comprehend that she was the one that was askew and turned all around.

She breathed in a great big shaky breath born of confusion and desperation. Her nostrils quivered as they brought in the air, lashes still flickering with some awful desire to see the kaleidoscope of reality. Oddly though, the breath calmed her, chasing out the demons that she could feel moving inside her veins, amid the fire and the poison. He calmed her. When she breathed in, she took him in, all earth and smoke and safety. He was the heat that stroked her back in the sunlight, the vigor that filled her bones in the fresh dawn, the light that carried her through the darkness. In that moment, it was okay that he was the burn too, that he was anger, that he was the shadow. He was all that was right for her, and all that was bad - he was simply, Gaucho, and that was enough.

In response, a smile curled onto her velvet lips. It's okay she thought as his power reverberated through her, shaking her foundation and splintering the last remaining shreds of fortitude that she had. It's okay she hummed again, probably aloud this time as the line between her mind and outside of it cracked apart - but if she did it was surely incomprehensible, but the tone, the reassurance, that would have been there. If you asked her, she couldn't even have told you what was okay. Maybe one thing, maybe lots, maybe none or all or what did it even matter, because it was okay.

So Ampere toppled down, sliding from his bulk like a drop of water falling with all the rest. As she went one of his spikes snagged her skin, tracing a thin, shallow line of raw skin down the slope of her right shoulder. It's okay. SPLASH, went the water as her knees sagged into it, it's okay. The rest of her body followed suit with a similar sound, and Ampere's lashes trembled one last time before sealing shut as she descended fully into the sea, cradled by the wet sand beneath. Though in water, the snake's fire still ate away at her, and where there ought to have been light for all the flame, there was only an overwhelming loss of everything. Like the color and the void that had filled Gaucho's mind, the vantablack took Ampere, and that was okay.



A: 4/4
D: 1/1
W: /800

Going to use her passing out for my NPC thread <3 she won't be out long, so won't drown or anything!


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Blu the Bootyful Posts: 443
Administrator atk: 99 | def: 99 | dam: 99
Mare :: Other :: 5'7" :: 25 HP: 99999 | Buff: TWERK
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#10
Due to the extreme HP difference and at the agreement of both players, this fight will not be judged. Gaucho earns 1 VP, Ampere earns 1 EXP.
 HP: 1100

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