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GAUCHO
I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good.
That Sohalia had a well of hidden strength was something that Gaucho had known for several seasons now. She had led the Dragon's Throat in his absence, and had returned relatively unscathed from her capture. For a mare who appeared as pristine and delicate as the crystalline magic she controlled, she was just as hard as her glimmering creations.
As Sohalia stepped back, wings tentatively held from her sides in a nearly defensive position, Gaucho was surprised. Only moments before the mare had said that she wanted to take her place as a warrior, to contribute fully to the herd, but Gaucho had never suspected that she wanted her training to begin literally right now.
A chill reverberated down the dun's spine, and could not entirely be attributed to the Frostfall chill in the air. Part of him wondered if this was simply her way of bridging the distance that her departure (and his time spent with Ampere) had placed between the two (not that she knew about the latter reason). Surely she would know how he felt about sparring and training. That the electric impulses that ignited in his primitive mind would only be amplified in the presence of one who he had shared so much of his body and soul?
Well, if it was all merely manipulation, he would enter into it happily, but not lightly.
Regarding her for a moment, the change in his stance was subtle yet apparent. His muscles tensed, his stature grew taller, and his gaze narrowed and focused. Gaucho looked at her now not as a past lover, not as his mate, but as an opponent. The curves of her physique drew blood lust, rather than carnal desire as he scanned her ivory hills and valleys.
With a grunt, Gaucho lunged forward. He tried to eliminate the distance between them with a long energetic stride while simultaneously trying to keep their shoulders mirrored. In the past he had enveloped her much smaller body in the breadth of his body and wings, and now he aimed to duplicate those previous actions. Sohalia was petite compared to him, but not just compared to him: she was small compared to most. It was a fact that she would have to face head on - which was quite literally the motivation behind his attack. He aimed to force her face into the blue-striped muscles of his chest and roughly shove her backwards, while simultaneously enveloping her sides with his much larger wings. She would know that his fire held no danger to her at this point, but he hoped his positioning if nothing else would force her to retreat.
WC: 441
Attack: 1/3
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Let's Get Down To Business [Gaucho]
