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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 7:13 pm
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Lately Toshka had been straying more and more from Hatari's side. There was a sense of restlessness in her that she hadn't quite been able to explain that made her travel long distances without even realizing how far she had come. More often than not her travels often led straight into the coils of an awaiting male, or it was he who came seeking her out. Whichever came first.
Now, Toshka didn't consider herself a slow-witted creature, but she was surprised when the thought finally dawned on her, just how long it had taken to realize. It wasn't as if she had never been in season before, but in the past she had been lucky enough to avoid the mess of being hunted for sport and concerning herself with a clutch of eggs. This time was different. The males didn't seem quite so pathetic and desperate as they had in the past, she'd even considered entertaining a few of them, but her high standards wouldn't allow it.
With a sigh Toshka lay flat on her belly in the shade of the long grass, perfectly invisible to predators and prey alike with her jewel tones of green. Granted, neither one would have wished to be on the receiving end of her irritable fangs today. Why was finding a male so hard? It wasn't as if she were asking for much in the father of her offspring. Clever but also wise. Strong and fast and a proven hunter of great skill. Not only in taking down his prey, but in defending himself against predators as well. His colors needed to be vibrant but not gaudy. Practical, but also appealing. He should be both impressive and intimidating to behold and he must also be of greater length and girth than herself. That was the recipe for perfect offspring, she was certain of it!
Was such a male really too much to expect?
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 10:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 4:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 6:19 pm
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Said appreciation was, evidently, not mutual for at the sound of his approving hiss Toshka's head and neck whipped backwards. Giving the male a long, intrusive once-over before turning up her spade-shaped head haughtily. Upon first impression, she wasn't impressed. Lifting her slender body as tall as she could make herself in order to look down upon this stranger, snorting in derision at the initial answer she received.
Snake? Of course he was a snake! She could see that with her own eyes, clearly. Was he stupid? His name helped to quiet her immediate agitation, but just barely. Queror. It was about as suiting as anything else about him, Toshka supposed, though that was hardly a compliment.
Giving him another lingering glance, one that made no attempts to disguise that she was sizing him up, the dark viper finally stated decisively. No.. not you either. Go away.
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 6:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 6:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 6:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 7:44 pm
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Maybe it was the placid way he chose to interact with her that seemed to cause Toshka to bristle at him. He was different, of that much she could be sure. Why, was the thing that nagged at her. How could he look at her and remain to at ease? Baring her fangs for good measure, though she hardly expected him to react at the gesture as he had remained unresponsive to the rest of her threads. The shadow viper had to give his unflinching nature credit, however reluctant she was to do so. It was... disorienting? Maybe unnerving was a better term.
Truthfully, Toshka couldn't quite put a scale on what it was exactly, but it suddenly seemed like a desirable trait for her offspring to possess. Not that she was willing to let Queror in on her secret. She'd continue to posture, make it seem like his intentions were unwelcome. Unwanted.
Striking out convincingly, Toshka coiled herself carefully, leaving convenient loops for him to weave himself through. If he was both intelligent enough to acknowledge her silent invitation and daring enough to accept it, despite her false threats then he would prove himself th right one to give her offspring.
Growling as she curled her lip in warning, Come taste Toshka's fangs.
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 7:56 pm
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