"Perfect, thank you." Han nodded and took the briefcase eagerly. It didn't take him long to set up the dart gun. He'd never actually used it before, not on anything live. He of course had been trained how to shoot it, but he was usually able to coax dragons out to where they could directly inject them, but this wasn't the case this time.... After the gun was loaded and cocked, Han sauntered over to the gate, and shifted the barrel through one of the slats so he could aim at Ceral. He was elated to find that the cave dragon and Ivy were actually somewhat entangled now... Hormones would just spur this behavior later, he was sure.
Crouching a bit so he could take aim, Han focused on trying to hit one of Ceral's legs... Preferably a thigh. He waited for a moment, finger quivering on the trigger as he waited for Ceral to become a clear shot. It didn't take long, and as soon as Ivy left a gap large enough, he fired, and sent the dart whizzing through the air. He was confident that it would hit, his target... Or rather he was almost desperately hoping to the point of confidence. Wasted hormones would be an issue with head quarters, and he didn't want to deal with any more reluctant dragons.
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"Heat?" Nym could barely process the word, and he tried to think, the way Ky's hand was touching his face made his entire body tingle, like a course of pins and needles had been sent through him, despite how warm he felt, it made him shiver. He blinked a few times and after a few moments of sluggish memory recall, he realized he should have known the answer to that immediately. "I- I've never been in heat, my master said he that he didn't ever want to deal with it, so they gave me pills..." He held up two fingers to indicate the size of the said pills. He wasn't quite sure why Ky was asking him about that... It wasn't clicking yet that the misery that he was starting to feel, and being in heat could be the same thing, or connected at all.
"I feel... Sick." Nym said quietly, and let his head loll into Ky's palm while he gripped one of the other's forearms with one of his clammy hands. Sick wasn't exactly the right word for how he felt... But it was the only one he could think of.
Crouching a bit so he could take aim, Han focused on trying to hit one of Ceral's legs... Preferably a thigh. He waited for a moment, finger quivering on the trigger as he waited for Ceral to become a clear shot. It didn't take long, and as soon as Ivy left a gap large enough, he fired, and sent the dart whizzing through the air. He was confident that it would hit, his target... Or rather he was almost desperately hoping to the point of confidence. Wasted hormones would be an issue with head quarters, and he didn't want to deal with any more reluctant dragons.
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"Heat?" Nym could barely process the word, and he tried to think, the way Ky's hand was touching his face made his entire body tingle, like a course of pins and needles had been sent through him, despite how warm he felt, it made him shiver. He blinked a few times and after a few moments of sluggish memory recall, he realized he should have known the answer to that immediately. "I- I've never been in heat, my master said he that he didn't ever want to deal with it, so they gave me pills..." He held up two fingers to indicate the size of the said pills. He wasn't quite sure why Ky was asking him about that... It wasn't clicking yet that the misery that he was starting to feel, and being in heat could be the same thing, or connected at all.
"I feel... Sick." Nym said quietly, and let his head loll into Ky's palm while he gripped one of the other's forearms with one of his clammy hands. Sick wasn't exactly the right word for how he felt... But it was the only one he could think of.