"I see them on occasion." Seilki munched slowly on a mouthful of leaves as she spoke. Stealth stared at her, ears back. Seilki was one of Damian's oldest dice. She was a fat and pampered pet who was never fought and Stealth resented it. At the same time, the younger dice had to listen,… grudgingly. Seilki was older, more experienced and a strategy dice like herself. "Their owners are proud of their show trophies." Bits of leaves drifted into the air.
"At least yours were born." Stealth growled bitterly.
"Damian intended it. For his cousins. I -am- a champion after all." Seilki purred with pride, finishing her salad and literally melting over the rock she had been laying across. She was fat and made no effort to hide it. Seilki flexed her forefeet and stretched with her hind legs still hanging over the rock.
"And I …" Stealth glared, head down at the ability of this dice to be so relaxed, "-am considered the lowest of all dice. A disposable dice without a future."
