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[PRIVATE] 2 bottles of whiskey for the way [Soh]
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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
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As Sohalia explained, Gaucho returned her words with uncomprehending blank stares. His brows furrowed together, as he tried to make sense of her few words: He had said sad...why would she tell him that she wouldn't say that? Maybe she meant that the other mare was sad? She didn't seem it - instead her voice seemed rather chipper. With a dark rather appraising look, he watched as her lithe form passed between himself and Soh - his gaze lingering upon the slender and graceful lines of her body. She looked similar to the mares where he came from - often they were painted with spots and odd patterns as she was - nothing like the pristine coat of Sohalia.

As she passed, Gaucho dragged his gaze away from her, grunting in response to her greeting. His thoughts had been too distracted trying to interpret Soh's meaning, that he hadn't heard what Soh had named her. pleh-zur-shhh-grrr, he think the spotted mare had said.

Regarding Soh carefully, his stormy gaze searched her face, which seemed to have brighten some. "Soh not sad?" He ventured again, his voice growing less unsure. She did not appear to be injured, and there were no intruders on their borders - maybe it was just dust in her eye that had caused the tear-tracks? Or perhaps simply sweat. Although she was normally working on the wall, it appeared that she was actually getting more and more out of shape, even though the exercise was almost constant. She crafter. Not warrior he reminded himself, it didn't matter if she got fat - she wasn't protecting anyone. Mara took it upon herself to bite Gaucho squarely on the ear for his utter stupidity - although of course he didn't realize. Mara on the hand, who was female herself and had been there on that oh so sweet afternoon, could quite clearly deduce what had happened. With a snort, Gaucho tossed his massive head, causing bits of forelock to - rather handsomely I might add - cascade nearly down to his muzzle. His dark ear fluttered as the sting of her bite subsided somewhat.

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RE: 2 bottles of whiskey for the way [Soh] - by Gaucho - 06-13-2013, 08:00 PM

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