You bring up a good point. I would invariably crush you, and that would put *quite* the damper on any romantic atmosphere we were able to create. In that case, we will have to plan when we mate ahead of time, so as to avoid having more offspring than we can appropriately care for. I rather like that idea.
[ does he dare divulge that he'd mated with other qucusauruses in his early life? the encounters were mostly transactional, where he allowed suitors to linger near his den in exchange for choice bits of their prey until the next season-- he would eat their potential spawn, of course, and after his power blossomed there was no point in offering such charity to suitors.
even so, would wanderer be jealous of now-dead lizards? riddle doesn't doubt it. he's already being so obliging though-- riddle decides to keep the factoid to himself for a bit as to not get him worked up. ]
Even so, the question remains: would you still love me if I reverted to my old form?
[ would you still love your girlfriend if she was a worm???? ]
I would love that so very much. It would be the only way I could touch my ancestral grounds once again. You don't know how much this means to me.
[ riddle feels his heart fit to burst from his chest, and a primal longing to bury his nose in the curve of wanderer's neck and breathe him in fills his tiny body. if the sand doesn't blind him, then this would open up a world of possibilities for him. perhaps he really can find a way to correspond with lord murata? maybe write her a letter, and send the traveler over to hunt her down and deliver it-- she can finally know her little whopperflower is as smart as she says and even learned what love is. that thought, more than anything, excites riddle the most. ]
Infection?! Silly little thing... That simply won't do though, he mustn't delay his mealtime on my account. I will drag him home this evening, and the three of us can have a cuddle together in the nest.
[ normally he would give little durin a lecture, so his instincts are kicking in harder than he thought. well, durin is an uneaten baby, so what choice does riddle have but to mother him while he's too young to be out on his own? as he begins making his way up the walkway leading to the sanctuary, riddle even contemplates taking a detour to hunt the little guy down.
no, it wouldn't do to embarrass him in front of his friends... riddle will surely fuss him. best to just go straight home. ]
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[ does he dare divulge that he'd mated with other qucusauruses in his early life? the encounters were mostly transactional, where he allowed suitors to linger near his den in exchange for choice bits of their prey until the next season-- he would eat their potential spawn, of course, and after his power blossomed there was no point in offering such charity to suitors.
even so, would wanderer be jealous of now-dead lizards? riddle doesn't doubt it. he's already being so obliging though-- riddle decides to keep the factoid to himself for a bit as to not get him worked up. ]
Even so, the question remains: would you still love me if I reverted to my old form?
[ would you still love your girlfriend if she was a worm???? ]
I would love that so very much. It would be the only way I could touch my ancestral grounds once again. You don't know how much this means to me.
[ riddle feels his heart fit to burst from his chest, and a primal longing to bury his nose in the curve of wanderer's neck and breathe him in fills his tiny body. if the sand doesn't blind him, then this would open up a world of possibilities for him. perhaps he really can find a way to correspond with lord murata? maybe write her a letter, and send the traveler over to hunt her down and deliver it-- she can finally know her little whopperflower is as smart as she says and even learned what love is. that thought, more than anything, excites riddle the most. ]
Infection?! Silly little thing... That simply won't do though, he mustn't delay his mealtime on my account. I will drag him home this evening, and the three of us can have a cuddle together in the nest.
[ normally he would give little durin a lecture, so his instincts are kicking in harder than he thought. well, durin is an uneaten baby, so what choice does riddle have but to mother him while he's too young to be out on his own? as he begins making his way up the walkway leading to the sanctuary, riddle even contemplates taking a detour to hunt the little guy down.
no, it wouldn't do to embarrass him in front of his friends... riddle will surely fuss him. best to just go straight home. ]