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Gaucho is nothing, if not a creature of ritual - of habit. Is he, perhaps, the only sol-djer of the Throat who does not grow bored on his patrols? Possibly, for the mind of Gaucho wanders very little. That is not to say, of course, that there is not plenty of activity therein. Truthfully, his synapses likely fire at the same rate as yours do - only Gaucho's focus is often directed at other things. Did you notice the foot prints in the sand? Could you smell the onslaught of moisture in the air, brought from the south? Did you pause to watch the birds as their migration brought them once again round, waiting long enough to see their shocked faces, as they were not greeted by the sun...
No. Of course not - for your mind was likely troubled with much loftier things. But not Gaucho - no, not him.
Today, he has left Levi, having fulfilled My-das's orders to see the scrawny grullo to the oasis. He knows Gaucho had grumbled to Mara; as in he knows where it is. Why Gaucho babysitting? But, Gaucho followed his orders.
Of course he did, what else could he do? Levi challenge Gaucho, that's what. Gaucho did not judge Levi's return, and his challenge in the usual way. Of course he thought Levi was irresponsible and stupid to have left (in his own simple way, of course), but he was not angered or put off by the challenge. If anything he was puzzled. Levi do better than Gaucho? Did Levi really think he could protect the Throat better than Gaucho?
Well boys and girls, we shall soon find out. For there is an Invasion taking place.
Soaring high away from the Oasis and the pillar of fire marking the heart of the Throat, Gaucho moves with a practiced purposed towards the border. More and more of the homeless, seeing the burning fire, were seeking sanctuary within the borders of the Throat, but not all were welcome. Narrowing his eyes, he watched the familiar form of ommnneee sparing with another. Ommneeeee he thought, not without emotion, as he continued on. Moving farther, he saw another spar - and then another. All Throat members, sparring with unicorns....
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Wait for it....
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Mara's alarm pulsed brightly in his mind, as recognition slowly dawned upon the brute. Immediately the beast circled lower aided by the rush of warm thermals under his wings, and as he did so, his stormy gaze spied that these were not spars. These were full on attacks.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Gaucho's strong reverberating voice bellowed into the eternal night, as he shot like a bolt towards the ground. Yew-nee-korns he thought to Mara. We Go Ground..
He would not hide in the skies, oh no. If they wanted a piece of him, he would make it easy on them. With a loud beckoning cry, Gaucho's tall frame rose into the air, as he balanced upon his hind legs - his outspread black wings aiding in balance. His antlered brow tossed furiously and with a blood thirsty excitement.
"GAUCHO HERE YEWNEEKORNS" He hollered again, as Mara released the bone spikes around his neck. With flared nostrils, the large bay spun about, his black ears swiveling to catch the sound of an approach upon the sands. Mara's dark eyes too, looked out to see if her bonded's call would be answered.
Both hoped it would.
[Invasion defense post.
Standard challenge rules apply. Gaucho is directly on the border, upon the sands. There is a light warm breeze. M/C determined by the SWP.
WC: 586
Opening Post. 0/4
M/C:0/3*
Gaucho will be using buffs HUNTER and NUMB]
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[O] You no come here. [INVASION DEFENCE]
