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!
12.Feb.13, 10:01 AM
B’jin had wanted to test A’liran’s theory with his next flight, and had even kept a careful track of the progress Larrikith was making towards when she would take to the skies next. The day had come, and B’jin had eyed her suspiciously as she had slept in the sunshine at midday on the day she should have flown – he’d even arranged to have the day free! So, naturally, Larrikith hadn’t even twitched and there had been not so much as a glittering dot of Proddy flush to her hide. B’jin, swallowing his pride had even marched right up to R’nd and whispered an irritable ‘am I proddy?!’ and then become even more irritable at R’nd’s confusion until he stalked off with a grumble of disgust, and ignored any shouts to call him back.
He’d watched the green slut for the next four days – or was it more? – and still she didn’t twitch, she didn’t grumble, she didn’t so much as give a sultry eye to a passing blue. B’jin was anxious and fretting, paranoid and becoming more and more snippy as his dragon refused to even hint at when she was going to take to the skies. B’jin knew she was due – beside his own mathematics telling him so, there were the usually blues leering after him and throwing sly comments when he walked past. Every greenrider had their share of lewd stalkers, and B’jin knew he was no exception, especially with Larrikith deviating once more the last two flights. No one at Katila knew he’d been flown by S’kef before, and then with Larrikith claiming Veeth the last flight – well, even he was inclined to believe she’d gone back to her wandering ways. He was afraid to mention as much to R’nd, because the only time Larrikith had been up front with B’jin about his flights was to tell him pointedly that she hated his mate and would keep flying every dragon she could, until she found one for him she liked. B’jin had no idea what he would do, if she had decided she didn’t like R’nd anymore!
As B’jin continued to fret about his dragon’s choice in the upcoming flight, and wonder when she would actually fly, who would win and what they would do to him, B’jin missed the signs he had been trying to foresee of his own proddiness, since Larrikith seemed determined to not give away a hint in the meantime. The result was a startling screech of a randy green caushing B’jin to jump out of his skin in the middle of the trek from the Bathing House and back to the Weyrling barracks, the greenrider huffing irritably when he realised what the unexpected sound was.
Before yelping in surprise when Larrikith’s randy emotions slammed forcefully into him. Wide eyed with shocked surprise, B’jin bolted for the Weyrling Barracks. Ayyonth! He’d be damned if he was going to let his dragon fly some random bastard brown or smug cunt blue! IF YOU DON’T CATCH HER! What exactly B’jin planned to finish that threat with was lost as the greenrider tripped, barely saved himself from planting face first into ground, and went barrelling down the corridor of the Weyrling Barracks, not hearing the warning shout that was called out by various Weyrlings as he went.
“Heads up! Blueriders incoming!” A wicked laugh, “Larrikith is flying!”
He’d watched the green slut for the next four days – or was it more? – and still she didn’t twitch, she didn’t grumble, she didn’t so much as give a sultry eye to a passing blue. B’jin was anxious and fretting, paranoid and becoming more and more snippy as his dragon refused to even hint at when she was going to take to the skies. B’jin knew she was due – beside his own mathematics telling him so, there were the usually blues leering after him and throwing sly comments when he walked past. Every greenrider had their share of lewd stalkers, and B’jin knew he was no exception, especially with Larrikith deviating once more the last two flights. No one at Katila knew he’d been flown by S’kef before, and then with Larrikith claiming Veeth the last flight – well, even he was inclined to believe she’d gone back to her wandering ways. He was afraid to mention as much to R’nd, because the only time Larrikith had been up front with B’jin about his flights was to tell him pointedly that she hated his mate and would keep flying every dragon she could, until she found one for him she liked. B’jin had no idea what he would do, if she had decided she didn’t like R’nd anymore!
As B’jin continued to fret about his dragon’s choice in the upcoming flight, and wonder when she would actually fly, who would win and what they would do to him, B’jin missed the signs he had been trying to foresee of his own proddiness, since Larrikith seemed determined to not give away a hint in the meantime. The result was a startling screech of a randy green caushing B’jin to jump out of his skin in the middle of the trek from the Bathing House and back to the Weyrling barracks, the greenrider huffing irritably when he realised what the unexpected sound was.
Before yelping in surprise when Larrikith’s randy emotions slammed forcefully into him. Wide eyed with shocked surprise, B’jin bolted for the Weyrling Barracks. Ayyonth! He’d be damned if he was going to let his dragon fly some random bastard brown or smug cunt blue! IF YOU DON’T CATCH HER! What exactly B’jin planned to finish that threat with was lost as the greenrider tripped, barely saved himself from planting face first into ground, and went barrelling down the corridor of the Weyrling Barracks, not hearing the warning shout that was called out by various Weyrlings as he went.
“Heads up! Blueriders incoming!” A wicked laugh, “Larrikith is flying!”
