Onni.

As we all know, Gaucho is a little slow on the uptake, when it comes to deducing complex emotions, or garnishing unsaid details. As the skies grew dark, the primal stallion kept mostly to the skies, serving his herd quietly and stoically from above. Even so, he kept an obviously interested gaze towards certain members of the herd, at all times: My-dus, Soh, Kri, and Onni. It was to the painted mare, that his stormy gaze was now directed.

Perhaps there was another reason that he was watching the quiet shaman with such interest, but right now, there isn't time for that; Onni is on the move. Knowing nothing of Onni's impressive lineage, or whether she would be able to defend herself against the growing darkness, Gaucho resolved to follow her wake into the eternal night. Swiftly, his dark wings descended, bring his hulking form behind hers, if not several yards delayed. He watches with a primitive dismay, as an invisible hand seems to rock her petite shape, pushing her as if on a stormy sea, before subsiding completely. As he gains on her, his chase is too slow to catch her, before it comes into view. Whatever it was, the warrior did not take the time to process it - merely it was categorized as an enemy, the moment his beloved Shaman descended to attack.

All at once, Gaucho felt an electric thrill run through his veins, as a blast of fire illuminated the creature,. as well as 5 or 6 others who had joined in the fight. A dark smile twisted his features, as bloodlust welled up within him. Let the blackness go without a name or face no longer; he could not protect his herd against the fear that they felt in this eternal night, but he could protect them against this. His hot blooded vision was only ignited more, when he saw a familiar blueish black smear dart in front of the creature. The sight of Ampere was a deliciously pleasing one, causing his devilishly childlike smile to widen with lust. Amp-here and Onmmeeee he thought, mouthing their names into the relative stillness, from his vantage point.

A loud cry was issued from the warrior's lips, as his momentary reverie was broken. Down he plunged into the heart of Helovia, his soul humming with anticipation and delight for what was to come. Even Mara, confined to his antlers by the lack of light and warm, was now energetically swaying and hissing, feeding off of her bonded's emotions, as well as the heat of the heart. Without thought or pause, or even a nod in the direction of Ampere or Onni, Gaucho streaked through the skies, aiming directly at the creatures head. The tingle of excitement within his very core began to amplify as he descended, and, sensing the magic welling within Gaucho, Mara began to hiss more energetically now. The warrior however, was far too focused upon the creature to notice the message his snake was trying to send, and so, his bonded was forced to take matters into her own hands, as it were. Biting his ear, though with care not to release poison, Mara pulled away only as Gaucho's hot blood filled her mouth. Focus momentarily broken by the sting, Gaucho was suddenly made aware of what Mara had been trying to convey to him. With another hellish cry, Gaucho refocused, this time allowing the surge of his magic to spew out of his antlers in a blurry blue-silver haze. Three eagles, easily the size of large dogs began to shakily materialize, darting to the left side of the monster's vision, as if trying to distract it as others had done. Hoping that the creature would go for the illusion of an avian snack, he thrust himself straight towards its face, aiming to slam his front hooves squarely between its eyes, before once again darting upwards.

As his powerful wings slammed to his sides, attempting to bring himself up and away from the possible snapping jaws, or bouts of fire from the creature below, he noticed that his eagles, having darted to the left as part of the distraction, were now flying directly at him. Never before had they - or any other creatures he had conjured - done such a thing. Fearing little, Gaucho spun in mid air once he deemed himself out of the reach of the creature below. Facing his apparitions, he bellowed menacingly at them, to no effect. Quickly the three eagles came at him, wings bearing down, and talons outstretched...


[Gaucho follows Onni from the Throat. Seeing the creature, he begins to fly towards it, not realizing that his magic has returned. Mara, who is aware, bites him to ignite his powers, and Gaucho launches three spirit-eagles towards the left side of the creature to act as a further distraction. He then tries to fly directly at it, and slam his front hooves into the space between its eyes before flying upwards and away. Due to the broken magic, his eagles turn on him and are flying straight towards him.]