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GAUCHO
I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good.
With a satisfying give, Gaucho felt as Sohalia's body easily moved with the force of his own. For once, in likely the entirety of their relationship, no fire burned and raced through Gaucho's loins. His mind wasn't carried away by her scent, or the supple curve of her body against his own. Although his mind was singularly focused, the direction of his attention had definitely shifted. The embrace didn't last long, as her much smaller frame moved sideways, as if rolling along the length of his shoulders. With a masculine grunt, the Wildfire tilted his crowned skull downwards, to watch as his pale (former?)mate moved away from him - only to see tears brightly streaking down from her bi-tonal eyes and onto her cheeks.
Did she think such a thing would stop him? That it would make him halt, pull back, or pause?
She was right to - it had with Ampere. For the briefest of moments, his mind flit back to Ampere's body crumpling downwards onto the sands; to his anguish and grief at having no choice but to temporarily decimate her consciousness. He could remember the way his heart tugged at his chest and his mind, as a very large part of him wanted to refuse to deal such a damning blow to one he cared about so deeply. And yet he had. Tears had slipped from Ampere's eyes then, and they had given him pause.
But it wouldn't now.
Was it that the dun was merely misplacing his guilt over thinking of Ampere when battling Sohalia? Was it that he regretted sending the blue to her knees, when he should have let her walk away? Or was his anger righteously directed towards Sohalia? For her long absence as of late? Whatever it was - it struck Gaucho's mind hard, and he struck at her even harder.
It took a moment for the pain from her attack to fully penetrate into his rattled mind. At first the pressure of her hooves against the muscles behind his shoulder was nothing more than a twinge. However as he pivoted to follow her movements as she skirted around him, his right front leg nearly gave away as pain ricocheted through. Gaucho had been kicked many times before - but were he to stop and think about it, he had probably never been kicked by hooves as small as Sohalia's. Larger hooves offered the distribution of force over a large surface area - making their impacts feel blunt. This was like knives. Through grit teeth, Gaucho half-grunted, half-squealed his approval through his pain.
Through the half-pulses of fire that shot through his shoulder with every use, Gaucho completed his pivot, his blue-striped shoulders following the trail of the (his?) white dove. Without a pause, he leaned backwards onto his hind legs, and brought his front left hoof down hard onto the ground. The earth convulsed suddenly with magic. His aim was to unsettled her balance before fanning his wings in her direction and releasing a wave of fire.
WC: 501
Attack: 2/3
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Let's Get Down To Business [Gaucho]
