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11-19-2015, 04:59 PM
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Gaucho felt Mara’s expanding frustration as her jaws clenched on empty space. He flooded her mind with battle-admiration for the stout dun. Gaucho could have viewed Colt’s sudden drop to her knees as cowardly, or even childish, but he didn’t. Although the Wildfire’s tried and true method was to face oncoming attacks and bear their weight so as to retaliate more readily, he was a great deal larger than Colt. While that meant there was more of him to hit, it also meant there was more of him to absorb an attack. For one as small as Colt, for all of her stockiness and lack of slender-limbs, perhaps evasion was her only way to stay in the game. And in that, Gaucho saw honour. He hadn’t even expected her to fight him, much less last this long. As the snake retracted herself bitterly into Gaucho’s antlers, he at least had the satisfaction of feeling his attack find flesh. Given that Colt had dropped down to her knees, the Wildfire had wondered if his hooves would knock against her skull, but the amount of his attack which felt absorbed by muscle and fat told him that it was likely much lower. It didn’t matter. She would not be triumphant now - her lack of cowardice did not alleviate her crimes against his daughter. This show of skill was nothing more than a drop of water on her tarnished reputation, cleansing only a small and unimportant fraction of the whole. As Gaucho watched the mare pull out of her dive and steady herself, he waited for her to retaliate. Bathed in the light from his wings, she was clearly visible as she slunk on the hardened ground - though he was rather surprised that his magic that reverberated through it hadn't unsteadied her more. So, it was all the more confusing when she raised a hoof and apparently kicked out at him, even though she was no where within range. Although he might have appeared back-lit and harder to focus upon because of the light that bled from his body, at least where he was should have been obvious enough. Before he could continue to speculate as to her odd behaviour, he felt a heat suddenly break out across his right cheek bone. It felt both like a tearing and a burning simultaneously. Gaucho’s ears immediately pinned against his skull as his bone-pierced nose rose into the air out of surprise. A strangled and muffled sound escaped his darkened lips as pain blossomed brightly in his mind. His right eye had already begun to water as the rush of air from Colt’s bullet as well as the immediate swelling of the wound made it difficult to see. Through Mara’s eyes, he saw roughly a 4 inch long cut beginning from his cheek bone and ending just below and behind his eye - a clean graze from her bullet. The cut was shallow and open, revealing thick and dark blood which gently dripped downward. Although the burning and unyielding scream of the wound was nearly deafening in Gaucho’s ears, he had become used to the uproar. It wasn’t just his training as a life-long warrior which gave him the ability to dial back the volume to a manageable level, it was his companions. Having the voices of two females of varying personalities constantly surveying and commenting on his thoughts, and articulating their own, made for quite a bit of chatter. Gaucho was still a man of few words, even after having learned enough of Helovia’s native language to be proficient. And so it had become necessary to learn to control the competing voices in his mind, whether they be from his own body, or his companion’s. Regardless of his continued surprise at how Colt was able to attack him without seemingly attacking (even her bullets, rudimentary as they were, moved too fast for him to see), and regardless of the open wound screaming profanities into his mind, Gaucho was able to act. Smoke which immediately flickered to life, fuelled by his own magical ignition, billowed from his antlers. It took the form of a large bear - the size of Colt herself - and an eagle, which was equally as large. The eagle flew towards Colt’s head, while the bear charged her rump. Both had claws and jaws open wide, flickering with fiery teeth and talons, intent on scalding and burning the dun mare. Blood dripped freely down Gaucho’s cheek, branching out almost as a tree might, and flowing into arbitrary tributaries through his dark hair. His right eye was already quite swollen, and so the Wildfire allowed it to simply remain shut, as were his teeth, which silently gnawed on the pain. Set on the Helovia-shores of the Dragon’s Throat (Since Zeno’s last thread was in the Throat, I thought that this made the most sense). Dusk - Tallsun. Challenge to make @Colt DT prisoner 3/4 Summary: Gets hit on his cheek from Colt's bullet. Uses his magic to create a fire bear and eagle which move to attack Colt. WC: 785 Gaucho the Wildfire
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