Between Two Evils Bit
Sep. 21st, 2011 10:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
botiasI really have been working on writing. Here's a little bit of the next chapter which is at 7.5 pages out of at least nine.
Lotor frowned.
He crossed his arms over his chest.
He drew breath to speak—but checked himself in time. Finally he muttered, “Are you certain those things are safe?”
Admes made a soothing sound, but a glance at his Lordship showed that he was amused. “They've been domesticated for many, many generations. Think on them as big house cats. Safer than house cats. Most aggression is born of fear, and they are essentially fearless.” Admes nodded at the tableau in front of them. “Like your lady.”
Lotor turned back in time to hear Allura shriek in a rather unladylike way. She had been lifted off of her feet and was draped over the broad head of one of the huge males as it pushed against her in an overabundance of leonine affection. She was incredibly beautiful. Her eyes were more luminous than any jewel ever coveted, her cheeks flushed pink with excitement and pleasure, and she looked as tawny and sleek as Admes' little family mascots.
“Do they usually respond that way to strangers?”
“No. It's quite amazing really. They usually only respond that way to me. And to anyone with a handful of catnip. Or who has fed them their favorite treats.” Admes shrugged, the corner of his mouth turning up. “She meets most of the criteria. And she is Arun royalty. Maybe it's in the blood.”
Lotor took a healthy sip of his wine. “I think she just excels at attracting trouble,” he said. “They had better not eat her. She was extremely expensive.”
“I heard.”
Lotor scoffed. “That was just the latest installment.”
Lotor frowned.
He crossed his arms over his chest.
He drew breath to speak—but checked himself in time. Finally he muttered, “Are you certain those things are safe?”
Admes made a soothing sound, but a glance at his Lordship showed that he was amused. “They've been domesticated for many, many generations. Think on them as big house cats. Safer than house cats. Most aggression is born of fear, and they are essentially fearless.” Admes nodded at the tableau in front of them. “Like your lady.”
Lotor turned back in time to hear Allura shriek in a rather unladylike way. She had been lifted off of her feet and was draped over the broad head of one of the huge males as it pushed against her in an overabundance of leonine affection. She was incredibly beautiful. Her eyes were more luminous than any jewel ever coveted, her cheeks flushed pink with excitement and pleasure, and she looked as tawny and sleek as Admes' little family mascots.
“Do they usually respond that way to strangers?”
“No. It's quite amazing really. They usually only respond that way to me. And to anyone with a handful of catnip. Or who has fed them their favorite treats.” Admes shrugged, the corner of his mouth turning up. “She meets most of the criteria. And she is Arun royalty. Maybe it's in the blood.”
Lotor took a healthy sip of his wine. “I think she just excels at attracting trouble,” he said. “They had better not eat her. She was extremely expensive.”
“I heard.”
Lotor scoffed. “That was just the latest installment.”
