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!
24.Sep.12, 02:50 AM
"Fuck you?" Z'ia's words were deeply amused as he spun around, using the force behind A'liran's badly landed punch to assist the movement, not at all put out by it - instead, he was highly amused and the blueriders eyes were sparkling with his laughter. "Baby, you needn't ask." He was smirking, hovering just out of the feisty bitch's reach when D'hys swept in to secure the other man's wrists. Z'ia gave a bark of laughter, delighted and thrilled by the turn of events. "He lives for it," Z'ia purred sweetly, eyes boring into A'liran's.
The little bluerider ignored D'hys' comment about ignoring Lymsleia, caught up watching instead with a slowly twisting smile the way A'liran was trying to warn her, and so serous about it, too! Eyes darkening wickedly, Z'ia slipped forward to be up in the greenrider's space, the shorter man arching an eyebrow as he grabbed A'liran's jaw and twisted his face to look down at him. "What's the matter, Princess? Afraid of sharing?" Z'ia let his hand trail from the centre of A'liran's collarbone down the length of his body, stopping tauntingly at the hem of the greenrider's pants. His smirk intensified.
"Don't you think she'd just love to play with us?" Z'ia's voice was a soft coo, and his fingers dropped a little lower, taunting, before he stepped back suddenly and swung his arm out, releasing A'liran's jaw in the process and grabbing a hold of Lymsleia's wrist. Giving her a solid tug, he forcefully brought her over to join their little group. His grip on her wrist was tight, secure and sure to bruise her delicate dark skin. His eyes were vicious, but despite Lymsleia being the sudden target of his physical actions, the bluerider's entire attention was focused on making A'liran twitch. Making him feel helpless. Useless.
"She even wants it," He hissed, giving Lymsleia's wrist a little shake as he intentionally misinterpreting what both greenrider and candidate had said with a wicked smirk. "Not going to skimp out on the pretty lady, are you?" There was a deepening of his words once more, an eyebrow arching, daring A'liran to be difficult. Inviting A'liran to make a scene, to cause an issue. To still end up submitting.
The little bluerider ignored D'hys' comment about ignoring Lymsleia, caught up watching instead with a slowly twisting smile the way A'liran was trying to warn her, and so serous about it, too! Eyes darkening wickedly, Z'ia slipped forward to be up in the greenrider's space, the shorter man arching an eyebrow as he grabbed A'liran's jaw and twisted his face to look down at him. "What's the matter, Princess? Afraid of sharing?" Z'ia let his hand trail from the centre of A'liran's collarbone down the length of his body, stopping tauntingly at the hem of the greenrider's pants. His smirk intensified.
"Don't you think she'd just love to play with us?" Z'ia's voice was a soft coo, and his fingers dropped a little lower, taunting, before he stepped back suddenly and swung his arm out, releasing A'liran's jaw in the process and grabbing a hold of Lymsleia's wrist. Giving her a solid tug, he forcefully brought her over to join their little group. His grip on her wrist was tight, secure and sure to bruise her delicate dark skin. His eyes were vicious, but despite Lymsleia being the sudden target of his physical actions, the bluerider's entire attention was focused on making A'liran twitch. Making him feel helpless. Useless.
"She even wants it," He hissed, giving Lymsleia's wrist a little shake as he intentionally misinterpreting what both greenrider and candidate had said with a wicked smirk. "Not going to skimp out on the pretty lady, are you?" There was a deepening of his words once more, an eyebrow arching, daring A'liran to be difficult. Inviting A'liran to make a scene, to cause an issue. To still end up submitting.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
