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Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
#1
[It's open, but only @Einarr and Gaucho count for posting order :) ]

Gaucho waited by the Oasis for Einarr. Typically the dark warrior returned here not long after his patrols, and Gaucho judged that time to be quickly approaching. Thoughts stirred in the primitive stallion's mind, but he pushed them away with a grunt and shake of his antlered skull. Dipping his bone-pierced muzzle into the cool waters of the inland lake, the Sultan took a long drink, savoriness the feel of water rushing down his throat. The waters had been particularly high this year, with much of the island becoming flooded. Gaucho was more than glad that none of the salty ocean water had made it far enough inland to infect the Oasis.

Looking to the sun in the sky, the Wildfire offered a mental prayer to the Sun God, thanking him once again for his mercy and blessings to the land, before scouring the skies for Einarr. The warrior didn't know that Gaucho was waiting for him, and so it wasn't as though he was late. Gaucho only hoped that the reason for his 'delay' wasn't trouble in the land. The last thing Gaucho needed was to hear that more Riftian Wars were taking place.

Folding his flaming wings against his flank, Gaucho pulled away a step or two from the water, and allowed his blue gaze to survey the bloody expanses of the Throat. The orangey red sands were calming to him, and seeing his herd relaxed and at peace, helped to alleviate some of the weight that was on his mind.


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Einarr Posts: 113
Absent Abyss atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 hh :: 8 years HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE
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#2
Einarr
Tonight I'll sign my blood on the leather and bleed together to find our own separate ways

The bloodrider had taken his time returning from his afternoon patrols, and by the time his shadow danced over reddened sands the sun was nearly touching the horizon in the distance. With the wake of the Rift Wars barely behind Helovia, Einarr pressed harder and further on his patrols than what he was ordered to do. He felt obligated to keep the herd safe, for he had chosen it as his home. He felt even more obligated to keep his family safe, however. Mordecai, Nizho and Asavvi were his life blood. Megaera was his fire. Their existence and place in his life made him press harder into his duties than before--not that Einarr had been lackadaisical in his duties as a Guardian before them, but simply be just put more effort into his line of work (if that were possible).

Tipping his wing slightly the massive warrior circled around the desert once more. Burnt sienna eyes waved over the orangish sands, scouting for his family. He glided toward the oasis on a warm rift of air, knowing that Megaera liked to rest in the presence of the lake and his children (morso Nizho than Asavvi) liked to splash in the shallows. The boy was more brave than his sister, but the girl was proving to be quite insightful. She often murmured her ideas as Einarr tucked her against his side, grooming her feathers as he had done with Mordecai when she was her sister's age. It was not unusual for stallions of Einarr's upbringing to have many children and keep in close company with them, but it was unusual to show the affection he did towards his children. No matter how much he tried to mirror his father from what he remembered of his own foalhood, Einarr could not. It was Histe's fault. Seeing her try to rip Mordecai's tiny wing from her delicate shoulder had broken--or fixed--something inside of Einarr. The stallion would bleed and die for his children, but if they were to die they damn sure would know they were loved beyond anything else in this world.

He did not find his family by the shallows of the lake, but what he did find pulled his attention immediately. Tucking his wings in, the bloodrider descended to the presence of his Sultan, his Khal. M'athchomaroon Gaucho, hash yer dothrae chek?" The warrior spoke plainly to his leader their native language rolling off his tongue easily. His chest felt warm with the familiarity of the phrase, and a small smile threatened the sides of his lips. Einarr had been in Helovia quite a while now, and the majority of those he met spoke Helovia. It was refreshing when he could hold conversation with Gaucho, the Khal's children, or his own children, for they shared his  heritage.  , Relaxing his wings against his sides, Einarr trotted toward him and lowered his head in a respectful gesture. before straightening up again and planting himself square before the dun.

[M'athchomaroon Gaucho, hash yer dothrae chek? :: basically "Hello, how are you?"]

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Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
#3


Einarr was as physically dominant as was Gaucho (minus the fire), and so it did not take more than a second or two for the blackened warrior to demand Gaucho's attention as he neared. Even so, Gaucho's postured remained fairly relaxed and neutral. For once, in perhaps his entire relationship with Einarr, it was not war or strife that forced Gaucho to seek him out. But something decidedly more pleasant.

"Hale Einarr." Gaucho returned, his antlered skull dipping slightly to return the bloodrider's greeting. "Yeri yallis haj, et zhokwa. Davra tiha virzeth qeshah." The Wildfire thought the pairing of Einarr and Megaera to be one of the best and strongest bloodlines that he had seen. Even Mordecai was a welcomed addition to the Throat. Seeing the distant, yet common lineage shared between he and Einarr spread across the sands was good. And he hoped that their posterity and fertility continued.

"Gaucho ray thikh, Einarr. Ampere ... want only to be chancellor now. Will Einarr be gladiator?"

There was no need to recount Einarr's enumerable moments of assistance to the Throat, no need to commend him on his patrols, his servitude or strength. The warrior would know. This promotion had been a long time coming, and it was only now, that Ampere had explicitly stated that she wished only to serve as a political figurehead, that it was Gaucho's to offer. He might be the Sultan of these sands, but some how Meg and Ampere still did most of the leading. It would go far to balance the scales again with Einarr in a position of power.



eri yallis haj, et zhokwa. Davra tiha virzeth qeshah : Your children are big and strong, it is good to see them on the red sands.

Gaucho ray thikh, Einarr : Gaucho have a task for you, Einarr.

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Nizho Posts: 17
Absent Abyss atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 5.0
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 2 years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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#4
The boy ran quickly.

There were only two shadows that cast so heavily on the sands: his father and their Khal.

By the time the boy reached the oasis after breaking from his mother's side he was panting and covered in sweat. The cool touch of Orangemoon only kissed the desert sands in the night, but even now as the sun hung low and the shadows grew longer one could still say the Dragon's Throat was hot. But Nizho liked it here, and running until his body was soaked and his muscles ached and his lungs burned was exhilarating. The boy was coldfire eyes was intense, and he did not live timidly like his twin chose to. No, it was if he were fed rocket fuel most days instead of the milk of his mother and some sparse grasses she instructed him to eat. His tall father mused to his short mother that the boy was given his energy from the Sun. Nizho did not really understand that because the sun gave everything energy. He did not know his father meant the patron God of their sandy home, but in time he would.

Slowing himself to an awkward trot, Nizho nickered in his father's direction. His rabicano flanks ballooned wildly and rapidly with his breathes, but the youngster did not stop until he stood before his father, between the bloodrider and the khal. "AVE!" He breathed heavily, pressing his forehead into his father's broad shoulder. Forgetting his manners for a moment, the child looked up to his father's murky blood eyes. "Didja find anything good on yer patrol!?" He asked quickly, tail and hind end wiggling with the anticipation of his father's answer. He loved hearing his father's tales.

Remembering the looming form of their Sultan, Nizho quickly spun around to face Gaucho and lowered his head, ears drooping sideways as he averted his eyes from the Khal's face. "M'athchomaroon." He mirrored his father.


Tae Posts: 133
Dragon's Throat Alchemist atk: 7.0 | def: 10 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.2 :: 2 HP: 72.5 |
Mal :: Timber Wolf :: Terrorize & Hel :: Royal Hellhound :: Hellfire Odd
#5

Rarely, if ever, did Tae try to act respectfully. One day she would be the ruler of these lands, and so the idea that she was already worth respecting had become improperly ingrained into her mind. However, that pompous attitude completely deflated when she was around her Father and the warriors. Regardless of who was in power, they always deserved respect. The girl could see it, feel it, despite her young age. They would be the ones who would one day accompanying her into battle, and until that day, it would be with them that she trained.

But of course, she was far too young to be having thoughts such as these.

Her legs were still spindly, the length of her tail hair hardly longer than her tailbone. Tae's dark ears were large and fuzzy, and her chest barely bubbled out at all - there were precious few muscles even beginning to form, much less ones which were fully developed. 

 "Seestra-" She whispered to Grusha, nudging her twins shoulder and nosing towards where their father, Einarr and Nizho stood. With her wings tightly folded against her small flanks, Tae trotted over. Her pale eyes were focused upon the boy, but then quickly darted up to Einarr, and finally to her father to confirm that she and Grusha could interrupt the meeting. 

 "Lajaks-" She offered, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she named the young (though a great deal older than her) boy one of the warriors as well. And then, because he earned a special respect in her mind, she nodded her head respectfully towards Gaucho. "Khal."

A small black wolf pup appeared, arrived, and then crumpled against Tae's legs. Mal panted in the evening heat, enjoying the use of Tae's heavily barred legs as a way to prop himself up with little to no effort. The girl lowered her mandible-marked face and nipped the pup affectionately on the scruff of his neck, before raising her ghostly gaze to Nizho. 

Will we be friends? she wondered silently as her gaze scoped out the boy's figure, or enemies?


Lajaks = warriors

tae
i'm a cold day in august, i'm a stream too shallow
i'm a heart shaped box with no letter inside
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Einarr Posts: 113
Absent Abyss atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 hh :: 8 years HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE
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#6
Einarr
Tonight I'll sign my blood on the leather and bleed together to find our own separate ways

Gaucho welcomed Einarr with a calm demeanor, posture relaxed. While the commanding dun may still look imposing to others, Einarr understood the body language well. With that taken in from his leader, Einarr softened some. Massive, dark wings lowered some in a more relaxed gesture, his longest feathers nearly brushing the sands still warm from holding in the day's sun rays. Gaucho offered Einarr a compliment on his children and Einarr nodded, the threatening smile finally cracking his lips. It pulled crooked, higher on the white marked side of his face. "Me nem nesa." He jested, letting a grunt-type laugh fall from his parted jaws. His reddened eyes wrinkled some as the bloodrider let himself give a better laugh, shaking his head at his own poor joke. He was not very good at comedy.

Thankfully, his bottlerocket of a sun trotted in to save him from further embarrassment. "Nizho, have more respect." Einarr scolded, the mirth leaving his voice. The rebuke was not overly cold, but enough that he knew his son would be silenced. The darkened guardian lifted his head some, nose wrinkling as he looked back to the Khal. The words that followed made the stallion's ears perk forward once more. Ampere, it seemed, was stepping down from her position as Gladiator. The unknown reasoning for this burning on Einarr's mind, but he did not ask his yearning why.

"Sek, k'athjilari! Yer chomoe anna." The stallion answered, probably too quickly. The idea of stepping up into a position of authority did not daunt the stallion. He knew the burden of leadership well. He had not been the warden in his birth khalasar for his laziness or skillnessless. No, Einarr was damn good at what he did. Me nem nesa. He mused to himself, though no smile broke his face this time. Instead, when the voice of the girl lifted to him Einarr let his attention fall to her. She addressed he and his son as warriors, and Einarr could feel the colt bursting, a prideful flame, before him. The inky man nodded to her, but turned his eyes back to Gaucho, expecting the stallion to say more.

[Me nem nesa :: It is known || Sek, k'athjilari :: Yes, definitely. || Yer chomoe anna. :: You do honor to me. ]

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Grusha Posts: 56
Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 17 :: 2 HP: 65.5 |
Nashoba :: Timber Wolf :: Paralyze ali
#7
Grusha & Tae

living in the shadow of doubt, i'll never obey but i'll always decide


Warrior meetings were not fun, but they were informative. Grusha didn't go out of her way to listen in on the meetings that her parents had with the Throat's warriors, but when she was present she listened. She wanted to hear tales of battle. She wanted to know if anyone died and where. She wanted to find their bodies and she wanted to rip away the bones that the corpse no longer needed, but so far she hadn't been so lucky. Every meeting was the same boring thing after the other. Mindless patrols that turned up absolutely nothing. It made her wonder if a warrior could really be called a warrior if they never fought.

Honestly, she wouldn't have even considered going to this meeting if it hadn't been for Tae's insistence. The nudge to her shoulder and the whisper of 'Seestra' was enough to sway the larger twin. She stayed beside Tae as they approached their father, the warrior, and his son (she assumed). Her blue eyes studied the colt as Tae called him and his father warriors, but he did not strike Grusha as much of a warrior. He was tiny and thin. Her head tilted as her gaze swept over him, then she looked at her sister. "Thmall for warrior." She commented to her sister, though she knew already that it wasn't wasn't the size alone that made a warrior great. It was also their spirit and determination and she saw none of that in the boy. She saw skinny, overeager colt. When she looked at her sister she saw a girl that could take on the world and make it bend to her will. She saw a warrior

Not long after Mal appeared, his counterpart also appeared and took advantage of the shade that the girls provided. The pup yawned then panted and looked at the two males that he didn't know with disinterest. Unlike Tae, Grusha did not wonder if she would call the boy a friend or an enemy. Already, he was nothing to her and he would remain that way unless he proved himself useful in the future.

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Asavvi Posts: 41
Absent Abyss
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.2 :: 2
Laine
#8
I was looking for a breath of life,
A little touch of heavenly light

Asavvi had followed her brother when he left their mother’s side but was content to let him race ahead of her. She trailed after him, as she often did, enjoying the familiarity of her surroundings. Her prim little trot carried her over the sands she knew well and it never occurred to her to rush over them; she would get there when she got there and no one had called her to hasten. She slowed when she needed where here father stood in conference with the Khal and kept watch on Einarr for notice that she should not approach. Her brother had already butted into the conversation, she saw, and two other fillies had already approached to the little star-seeker assumed she was safe and drew up beside her father.

“M’athchomaroon, Khal vezhven.” Her soft voice was solemn as she bowed her head to Gaucho, for she had as much a liking and predilection for formality as her twin had disregard for it. She turned her eyes on the slightly smaller fillies and with a polite smile gave her a nod as well. “Akka yer hash jin eshna khalakkis? Layafi shilolat shafka.”

With the formal greetings [the most sacred and essential of duties] done she turned her cool grey eyed up at her father with an adoring gaze. “M’ath, Ave.” She murmured, little louder that a dove’s coo, and sidled closer to him. With her little wings tucked demurely along her back, Asavvi stood by her father's side, only sneaking curious glance back at the other pair of fillies when she thought no one was looking, eyes narrowed at her comment on her twin's size. She sent a quick glance at her twin, as smug as the guileless little girl was capable of being, as if to say ‘See? that’s how you make a good impression!’ Let Nizho carry the big sticks, she could speak softly enough for the both of them.


”.”
Translations:
M’athchomaroon, Khal vezhven - Greetings, Great Khal.
Akka yer hash jin eshna khalakki? - You are the other princesses?
Layafi shilolat shafka. - I am happy to meet you.
M’ath, Ave. - Hello, father. (insert extra hearteyes)
Ascended Helovian

Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
#9

Gaucho too grunted an amused sound in response. He wondered how his latest set of twins would deal with Einarr's. It was almost sad that Einarr and Meg had a boy and a girl, rather than two boys. Gaucho might have liked to fantasize about the legacy of those bloodlines meeting twice. But as it was, Gaucho was unsure how his rough-and-tough twins would fair against anyone not as cut throat as they. As if to punctuate his point, Nizho appeared next to his Father. Warmly Gaucho crested his neck in greeting, spying his smallest daughter as he did so. He watched with an amused wrinkle on his lips as Tae greeted them all as warriors; perhaps she would get along with boys better than Gaucho had thought.

Then there was Grusha...

The larger of the twins hardly greeted the group, and, because he was closer to them, also heard her comment about Nizho's size. Exhaling whatever hopefulness he had, Gaucho shook his head as his gaze rose back to Einarr's with a light shrug of his blue-striped shoulders.

Children.

"Yeri chomokh kishi rhojosor, Einarr. Shekh emat she yeri."

The Wildfire's blue-gray gaze softly moved to Asaavi as she - with much more grace and tolerance than any of the other children - arrived. Perhaps it wasn't so bad that Einarr and Meg did not have two boys, it looked as though this girl-child might help temper them all. "M'ath shekhikhi." He replied warmly, nodding his antlered skull in response.




Yeri chomokh kishi rhojosor :: You honour our family
Shekh emat she yeri :: The sun smiles upon you.
M'ath shekhikhi :: Hello little light


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Tae Posts: 133
Dragon's Throat Alchemist atk: 7.0 | def: 10 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.2 :: 2 HP: 72.5 |
Mal :: Timber Wolf :: Terrorize & Hel :: Royal Hellhound :: Hellfire Odd
#10

That Nizho was small was not undeniable. That he would likely grow to be large like his father, was also undeniable. Tae, if nothing else, saw potential in the things around her. Besides, regardless of what Nizho grew up to be, he would always be the son of Einarr. Einarr, who was now Gladiator of their herd. If nothing else, that earned the reddish boy at least public respect, just as being the daughter of their Khal earned her a similar amount of respect.  Even if it was faked, it still needed to be there. Appearances mattered. But even so, the ghostly girl was willing to give the boy the benefit of the doubt, even in the secretive parts of her own mind. Both she and Grusha would be strong - and already were - and that was in no small part due to their parents. Was the same surely not true of Nizho?

As Nizho's twin arrived (Tae knew only that Einarr had twins, and the proximity and similarly of appearance led her to the assumption that this girl was in fact the other twin), Tae's pale eyes tracked her every movement. As she inquired as to whether she and Grusha were the princesses, Tae clenched her jaw together to keep herself from sneering, and simply nodded.

She didn't want to be a princess. She wanted to be a warrior. But nevertheless, for all of the positives that came with being Gaucho's offspring, she could deal with being referred to as a princess every now and then.

Grusha on the other hand... 

"Yeri akka." Tae replied, trying to sound as diplomatic as Asaavi appeared. At her hooves, Mal yawned and flopped over onto his back, casually batting Tae's barred legs with his small paws. 


"Ifat anna? Us?" Tae assumed that her seestra was not actually going to want to go for a strong with the other set of twins, but, it was in their strategic advantage to do so. 



Yeri Akka :: You too. 
Ifat anna? :: Will you walk with me? Us?

tae
i'm a cold day in august, i'm a stream too shallow
i'm a heart shaped box with no letter inside
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