[ Ratio does not give any merit to the instincts of an alpha.
Secondary genders are a science that have been explored, of course, and with one of his doctorates being in medicine, he has done his fair share of study and research. He has investigated the biology of it, the nature of what makes an alpha rut and an omega go into heat, and has decided that, biologically, there is no real imperative to the loss of control. One simply needs to have a tighter reign of their own instincts, and everything will be without problem.
It is why, despite his long years of life, he has not really spent his rut with anyone, seeing fit to take care of it himself or suppress it with the appropriate scent blockers and medication. Were he to find someone with which he would choose to spend that time, he would not have it be a loss of control, but a choice that they made together as partners, nothing more, nothing less. That is the only reason to allow biology to take such a hold.
Of course, even Veritas Ratio can be subject to biology at one point or another.
The intention had been to meet Aventurine for a meal, but he wakes up feeling warm and flushed, the intensity of it burning through him. He attempted the use of medication, but it did not work, and the knowledge of it all comes to mind immediately: a suitable mate, the desire to breed, the promise of seeing that person with the natural cycle of his rut being so close by... His body had decided to take over, and thus he was trapped in a hell of his own making, burrowed away in his bed with his face pressed into a pillow, desperately wishing for that scene.
Spices, sandalwood, something that feels as familiar as old leather, a hint of something smokey...
Ratio is barely conscious enough to recognise that his door is opening, that there's a voice, not until he can smell Aventurine coming, and then he's going to slam his bedroom door shut before the other man can get there, hand gripping onto the handle and his snarl loud, dangerous - with an edge of something desperate, needy, filled with desire. ]
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Secondary genders are a science that have been explored, of course, and with one of his doctorates being in medicine, he has done his fair share of study and research. He has investigated the biology of it, the nature of what makes an alpha rut and an omega go into heat, and has decided that, biologically, there is no real imperative to the loss of control. One simply needs to have a tighter reign of their own instincts, and everything will be without problem.
It is why, despite his long years of life, he has not really spent his rut with anyone, seeing fit to take care of it himself or suppress it with the appropriate scent blockers and medication. Were he to find someone with which he would choose to spend that time, he would not have it be a loss of control, but a choice that they made together as partners, nothing more, nothing less. That is the only reason to allow biology to take such a hold.
Of course, even Veritas Ratio can be subject to biology at one point or another.
The intention had been to meet Aventurine for a meal, but he wakes up feeling warm and flushed, the intensity of it burning through him. He attempted the use of medication, but it did not work, and the knowledge of it all comes to mind immediately: a suitable mate, the desire to breed, the promise of seeing that person with the natural cycle of his rut being so close by... His body had decided to take over, and thus he was trapped in a hell of his own making, burrowed away in his bed with his face pressed into a pillow, desperately wishing for that scene.
Spices, sandalwood, something that feels as familiar as old leather, a hint of something smokey...
Ratio is barely conscious enough to recognise that his door is opening, that there's a voice, not until he can smell Aventurine coming, and then he's going to slam his bedroom door shut before the other man can get there, hand gripping onto the handle and his snarl loud, dangerous - with an edge of something desperate, needy, filled with desire. ]
Leave. I did not ask you to come!