Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
05.Sep.12, 08:41 AM
The tiny bluerider's mind was running faster than usual, as he joined D'hys in the ballpark, green eyes dark and calculating when not hidden behind lowered lids. Something was definitely up with his friend, and the young Rider wasn't quite sure where to lay his bet. At least, not yet. Eyes opening slightly when D'hys' pulled back, Z'ia studied him with a narrowed frown, chin tilting arrogantly he tossed D'hys' a dismissive glance when the older rider got lost in whatever thoughts were currently causing him such hassles.
Z'ia gave an irritable half-snort, half-huff and gave a great reef on D'hys' shirt front to pull the man back down and their mouths together once more. Apparently, it also enticed the other bluerider to act on more incentive ideas, since he quickly began fiddling with Z'ia's pant buckle. Regardless, the little bluerider was incredibly displeased; what the shards was going on in the man's brain, that he gave up half way through an incredibly good make-out, to consider it with such depth?! Hissing between his teeth, Z'ia made damned sure his friend didn't get distracted until he was bloody well ready to let him.
~~~ sexy times ~~~
When he was satisfied that needs had been met, and D'hys' had picked up on his irritation - and only then - did Z'ia decide it was time to find out what the shards had been going on in that damned brain of his friend. Fancy pausing on him! His sessions were amazing and he bloody well knew it! No one paused--! Lip twitching irritably, Z'ia slung a leg over D'hys' body, and perched himself on the taller man's abdomen. When he was comfortable and secure, Z'ia leaned forward, one hand placed across his friend's lower throat with just enough pressure applied to keep D'hys where he was. He was getting answers, and he was getting them now. And, eloquent as a charm, Z'ia demanded them.
"What the fuck was all that about?!"
Enough, Aveleth replied quietly, flicking his tail to curl around himself as he made a neat ball by the side of the hut in his usual place. He extended his wings, stretching them, before folding them with great delicacy to his sides. Not really one to speak when he had nothing to say, Aveleth instead tuned into his rider to watch the turn of events with mild curiosity and brazen amusement.
Z'ia gave an irritable half-snort, half-huff and gave a great reef on D'hys' shirt front to pull the man back down and their mouths together once more. Apparently, it also enticed the other bluerider to act on more incentive ideas, since he quickly began fiddling with Z'ia's pant buckle. Regardless, the little bluerider was incredibly displeased; what the shards was going on in the man's brain, that he gave up half way through an incredibly good make-out, to consider it with such depth?! Hissing between his teeth, Z'ia made damned sure his friend didn't get distracted until he was bloody well ready to let him.
~~~ sexy times ~~~
When he was satisfied that needs had been met, and D'hys' had picked up on his irritation - and only then - did Z'ia decide it was time to find out what the shards had been going on in that damned brain of his friend. Fancy pausing on him! His sessions were amazing and he bloody well knew it! No one paused--! Lip twitching irritably, Z'ia slung a leg over D'hys' body, and perched himself on the taller man's abdomen. When he was comfortable and secure, Z'ia leaned forward, one hand placed across his friend's lower throat with just enough pressure applied to keep D'hys where he was. He was getting answers, and he was getting them now. And, eloquent as a charm, Z'ia demanded them.
"What the fuck was all that about?!"
Enough, Aveleth replied quietly, flicking his tail to curl around himself as he made a neat ball by the side of the hut in his usual place. He extended his wings, stretching them, before folding them with great delicacy to his sides. Not really one to speak when he had nothing to say, Aveleth instead tuned into his rider to watch the turn of events with mild curiosity and brazen amusement.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
