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11-20-2015, 04:48 PM
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Isopia
things that don't make sense are always a little deceiving The description of eating was not something Iso found particularly helpful. With most of her bodily pangs and pains, she had dimmed their volume to a distant static. She knew distantly when her body was hungry, but rarely did she give in to it. She ate on a schedule, regardless of the feelings of her stomach. It was one way in which she tried to regulate and monitor the control that her various appetites had over her. Further, she never had emotional responses to situations such as the one he was describing. She had never been hangry before - had only been angry a few times. The girl displayed so many an-hedonistic tendencies, that the few emotions she did manage to feel, were dulled and muted in comparison with the variety and range that most others were accustomed to. Save for the lust that blossomed like a weed in her belly. In that, she likely could rival those around her - for that emotion grew into the spaces often inhabited by others. But their absence left so much more room for it to flourish and expand. After all, it's always us trying to impress you to get you into bed, not the other way around. Isopia's brows knit together as her quad-horned head rose sharply with confusion. She had been doing her best to follow what Volterra was saying - taking it quite literally as she was want to do, for allusions and metaphors often went right over her head, or she spent too much time trying to dissect them. In this case, she had indeed though Volterra was talking about hunger - and so the sudden switch to mating seemed entirely foreign. For a moment, her lip trembled as her mind decided which question to ask. There was the immediate what did hunger have to do with mating. Or there seemed to be another question - just why was it that males seemed to do the chasing? "I don't see how hunger is like having sex." She replied flatly, and truthfully. For Isopia, hunger was something she ignored, while her sexually frustrated state around Volterra was only something she could try (often unsuccessfully) to ignore. Never mind the fact that she clearly hadn't followed his metaphor, or that fact that he had been trying to talk about being hungry rather than being horny. Had she pieced together that he was trying to avoid talking explicitly about sex, she might have not continued on. But she didn't, and so she did. "One reason that males might have to pursue females, is biological preservation. After all, you-" (Isopia here meant the general you, as in referring to all males. However as she said the word, starring into Volterra's rubine gaze, she was suddenly starkly aware that he was part of the you. Making what she said send a black cramp of jealousy to the warm pink glow in her belly that always bloomed in his presence.) "-can sire multiple children at the same time, while we can only carry at most one or two. It makes sense that females ought to be more particular about their partners, from a reproductive point of view, because we can can only have a handful at any given time." Her narrow shoulders shrugged, despite the implications of what she had said. Even though she knew, and just advocated for, the type of behaviour that would lead Verzes to circle Mirabella, it still cast a long and wide black shadow in her mind. It was fallacious reasoning, and she knew it. That females would want males to be monogamous was a biological given - it was the best case for them, to have a partner who would aid in the raising of the young. But it was not in the best interest of males to be monogamous - far from it. If anything, the best position for them to take was the appearance of monogamy - to keep a harem of females happy - while somehow maintaining unique relationships simultaneously. The thought made her want to both depart from him at once - to never see him again and to avoid this unreasonable desire, but also to stay, and to fight. To fight for his attention. If there were others, what of it? So long as she was the best. So long as she was what he wanted most. Looking down at Hubris, even more aptly named given her current mental states, the girl exhaled, caught in her own indecision. |
