Moonspear is this the death of a bachelor?

it seemed that was strike three for good ol' terance red,eaf-disarrino. he was 0 for 3 on the cerberus train and, well, that was sort of devastating. at least he, well, kind of maybe had a chance with lyra. he was still sort of left uncertain about the other night. it seemed like she'd turned him down but then maybe she hadn't after all? terance was still confused by it-- hydra seemed like a good consolation. apparently she disagreed. though it certainly hurt to basically LARP his previous rejection, he was clear headed for enough heartbeats to remember that this was an entirely different wold. lightheartedly, now sort of indifferent about being turned down by hydra (since it was hydra, after all) terance gave a playful roll of his eyes and a small smirk. he leaned to nip once at her nose before stepping to the side and shaking out her pelt. 

"for the record," terance said with a puff of his chest, "you absolutely started that." with a sideways glance her way, he flicked his tail. "what, walking around lookin' like that and smellin' like that? it's unfair, hydra ostrega, cruel, even," he added with a sniff.