Post by Requiem on Oct 25, 2010 23:24:24 GMT -5
Well. She could run for awhile yet, but there was hardly any point. How disappointing. (Almost as disappointing in the bronze who didn't even attempt her challenge. Granted, she had to give him a few points for cleverness. Caution had it's merits. It just wasn't terribly impressive.) Blues and injured bronzes would not be keeping up with her for much longer. So it came down to the choice. First matter...one of these would do. She didn't need an ugly to put off her choice any longer. Though even Dementia could admit that Hobbs flew well. Not that she'd tell him. Go. No want ugly babies. Or stupid ones. The uglies were just not intelligent at all.
Dementia ran up a support beam, wrapping her tail partly around it. Stay. Deciding. Of course they'd obey her. She was gold, and they were hers to command. Her tailtip twitched slightly, one foreleg brushing over folded frill. Shells and Nocturne. At least Shells didn't do the usual bronze thing and assume he was better than everyone, even golds. He'd also done very well given he'd had the most thrown at him. Yes, she was not disappointed by his performance in this run, even if it would have made her quite happy to see the 'mandyr broiled. Oddly, that didn't translate to dismissing him as a mate. Hers was 'broiled', wasn't he?
And Nocturne was blue. Small. Probably too small. He was intelligent, though...So in the end what did she find more important for her clutches? Yes. Plural. Dementia wanted Hers, of course, but if she couldn't have him she would not be choosing a different mate every time. It was wearisome, for one, so many unworthies flocking to her like they thought they had something to offer. Tch. She dropped her foreleg. Decision made. Come. Will do, she told the one she'd chosen, scampering across the wall and into an empty wall sconce, turning to welcome her mate with a croon so soft no others could hear it.
Didn't the ugly know he was Queen, and could have them all if he wanted? Permitting uglies to chase at all was far more than they should expect. Stupid creatures. Dmitri's eyes narrowed and he released her waist, shouldering her aside. He reached out to grasp Eikane's hand and pull him closer. One of these. Hands traced down their chests. It was certainly clear that he was undecided, and more, that the blue and bronze were actually being weighed equally. Despite the bronze's insults and the blue's lack of shine to his hide.
Another moment of indecision, and then he smiled, the expression actually rather soft, and he pressed against Eikane, running his hand through the blue's hair. "We will make good babies," he murmured. He then turned his head, cheek still pressed lightly against his mate's. "I want no problems from you. If you need, come. This one time you are welcome." An arm snaked possessively around Eikane's waist, but the flicker of a wry smile on his lips made it clear that he meant it. Waited for Piden to make his decision impatiently.
Dementia ran up a support beam, wrapping her tail partly around it. Stay. Deciding. Of course they'd obey her. She was gold, and they were hers to command. Her tailtip twitched slightly, one foreleg brushing over folded frill. Shells and Nocturne. At least Shells didn't do the usual bronze thing and assume he was better than everyone, even golds. He'd also done very well given he'd had the most thrown at him. Yes, she was not disappointed by his performance in this run, even if it would have made her quite happy to see the 'mandyr broiled. Oddly, that didn't translate to dismissing him as a mate. Hers was 'broiled', wasn't he?
And Nocturne was blue. Small. Probably too small. He was intelligent, though...So in the end what did she find more important for her clutches? Yes. Plural. Dementia wanted Hers, of course, but if she couldn't have him she would not be choosing a different mate every time. It was wearisome, for one, so many unworthies flocking to her like they thought they had something to offer. Tch. She dropped her foreleg. Decision made. Come. Will do, she told the one she'd chosen, scampering across the wall and into an empty wall sconce, turning to welcome her mate with a croon so soft no others could hear it.
Didn't the ugly know he was Queen, and could have them all if he wanted? Permitting uglies to chase at all was far more than they should expect. Stupid creatures. Dmitri's eyes narrowed and he released her waist, shouldering her aside. He reached out to grasp Eikane's hand and pull him closer. One of these. Hands traced down their chests. It was certainly clear that he was undecided, and more, that the blue and bronze were actually being weighed equally. Despite the bronze's insults and the blue's lack of shine to his hide.
Another moment of indecision, and then he smiled, the expression actually rather soft, and he pressed against Eikane, running his hand through the blue's hair. "We will make good babies," he murmured. He then turned his head, cheek still pressed lightly against his mate's. "I want no problems from you. If you need, come. This one time you are welcome." An arm snaked possessively around Eikane's waist, but the flicker of a wry smile on his lips made it clear that he meant it. Waited for Piden to make his decision impatiently.