Lord Sia
Herder of Cats
Cloud met Moon's gaze, recognising from her embarrassment that she understood what she'd done wrong - or rather, what her actions had cost their position. All the same, he could not bring himself to blame her, and when she slunk back to his side, head submissively held low as she nudged his side. Then she turned to glare at the humans, letting out an impressive roar as she did. Clearly, what she lacked in terms of intimidation was the motivation... And practice, which she proved as she once again tried to raise her hackles, looking like nothing so much as a giant kitten.
The rush of humour washed away Cloud's bad mood, his embarrassment and frustration, and suddenly it was all he could do not to burst into laughter. He quirked his head to the side, a dozen thoughts rushing through his mind all at once - but at the same time, crystal clear. The situation was crazy, she was crazy, he was crazy, the little human was crazy and so was his mother and all the rest of them as well; everything was crazy. So why fight it? There was no way he'd be able to salvage the negotiations; he'd never been in a situation even remotely similar, and trying to act as if it was would be doomed to fail. So why bother? He had nothing to lose - nothing except a slow, painful, shameful death - and everything to win. Tribute to give him the time and energy to heal, a place he could claim as his new home, even - and this was the craziest part of it all - a mate; not just any mate, but the most gorgeous dragonette he had ever laid his eyes on.
Deciding to just wing it and enjoy riding the storm, he gave his partner a quick lick across the face and sat back on his haunches, a roaring purr of amusement rumbling from his guts.
"So what now?"
The rush of humour washed away Cloud's bad mood, his embarrassment and frustration, and suddenly it was all he could do not to burst into laughter. He quirked his head to the side, a dozen thoughts rushing through his mind all at once - but at the same time, crystal clear. The situation was crazy, she was crazy, he was crazy, the little human was crazy and so was his mother and all the rest of them as well; everything was crazy. So why fight it? There was no way he'd be able to salvage the negotiations; he'd never been in a situation even remotely similar, and trying to act as if it was would be doomed to fail. So why bother? He had nothing to lose - nothing except a slow, painful, shameful death - and everything to win. Tribute to give him the time and energy to heal, a place he could claim as his new home, even - and this was the craziest part of it all - a mate; not just any mate, but the most gorgeous dragonette he had ever laid his eyes on.
Deciding to just wing it and enjoy riding the storm, he gave his partner a quick lick across the face and sat back on his haunches, a roaring purr of amusement rumbling from his guts.
"So what now?"