04-14-2016, 02:51 AM
Ceral didn't know how he'd made such a good impression on Ivy. Was it just his looks? He knew he wasn't unattractive (and on that note, he was no super model either, though) but he had to ponder just what he'd done to make Ivy think so highly of him, to make her think that he'd turn out to be a potential mate; because the truth was, as he saw it, he wasn't any better than Nym, or Ivan, or... hell, even that other swamp dragon they'd met earlier in the day. He didn't have much to offer in the way of personality other then stubbornness and laziness, yet, Ivy still seemed to like him and enjoy his company, and even went as far as to say that she'd want him around if he decided never to carry, or to carry another dragon's clutch. That was some loyalty, but Ceral just couldn't understand why she liked him so much. Even he annoyed himself sometimes.
"What'd I do to deserve your love?" he asked, only half teasingly. He didn't doubt that Ivy would be a good mate, but the problem was that they were in here... to breed, and the last thing Ceral wanted for them to do was give the human's that satisfaction of looking at him, pregnant, with smug looks on their faces as they earned more revenue off of his body. It made him sick to his stomach. Maybe on different terms, if he'd met Ivy out in the wild, he might be more open to the possibility of carrying her clutch, but as it was now it just seemed so far off - and that wasn't even bringing in the weight of a pregnancy, no pun intended.
"Cave dragons carry for like... just about eight months." He laughed bitterly and shook his head. "I can't even see myself bearing a clutch for even one." If the early sickness and throwing up didn't piss him off, growing to the size of a blimp surely would. Ivy said her clutch consisted of twelve; Ceral had never heard of a cave dragon bearing twelve kits before, but maybe it had happened? What did he know about breeding? "It's not like we can keep them either, the eggs." Ceral relaxed a bit at the touch of Ivy's hand. "I mean I'm not sure I'd want to to begin with, but it's not fair to those kits to just be sold off, y'know?" Ceral sighed exaggeratedly and stifled a yawn. "I don't know. I just want to eat and sleep all day." That'd be the life.
"What'd I do to deserve your love?" he asked, only half teasingly. He didn't doubt that Ivy would be a good mate, but the problem was that they were in here... to breed, and the last thing Ceral wanted for them to do was give the human's that satisfaction of looking at him, pregnant, with smug looks on their faces as they earned more revenue off of his body. It made him sick to his stomach. Maybe on different terms, if he'd met Ivy out in the wild, he might be more open to the possibility of carrying her clutch, but as it was now it just seemed so far off - and that wasn't even bringing in the weight of a pregnancy, no pun intended.
"Cave dragons carry for like... just about eight months." He laughed bitterly and shook his head. "I can't even see myself bearing a clutch for even one." If the early sickness and throwing up didn't piss him off, growing to the size of a blimp surely would. Ivy said her clutch consisted of twelve; Ceral had never heard of a cave dragon bearing twelve kits before, but maybe it had happened? What did he know about breeding? "It's not like we can keep them either, the eggs." Ceral relaxed a bit at the touch of Ivy's hand. "I mean I'm not sure I'd want to to begin with, but it's not fair to those kits to just be sold off, y'know?" Ceral sighed exaggeratedly and stifled a yawn. "I don't know. I just want to eat and sleep all day." That'd be the life.