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!
19.Sep.13, 04:27 AM
Z'jan's world was a blur. Ghalath's world, on the other hand, was crystal clear.
And her world was quickly bleeding into his, taking it over. Z'jan was only partially aware of his human body. He felt his back still, pressed against the back wall of the mountain. Cool, hard stone. He pushed back harder, perversely enjoying the pain of the rocks jabbing into the meat of his shoulder, his spine, rib bones. His flesh was so hot he was certain it would burn through his clothes. If he stayed here long enough, maybe he'd spark a volcano.
He took a ragged breath, the mountain air sharp against this throat. But then... there was suddenly a different kind of air. A wind. No, a windstorm! It moved on it's own, blowing back his hair. He threw an arm over his eyes, to block the grit it churned up. It also blocked his view. When the air finally grew still once more (and his flesh grew even hotter than ever) Z'jan pulled down his arm.
And saw, of all people... O'wain?
Z'jan blinked slowly, staring at the man as though he was a book written in another language. He opened his mouth. After a moment's effort, words came out.
"Why are you here?" Z'jan heard himself speak, and was surprised by his own voice. He'd practically growled. He'd thrown the words at O'wain, as though they were weapons. But why is he here! His mind screamed back. Who said he could climb with us! Z'jan ground his teeth, eyes narrowing. His flesh must surely be on fire now. He was the volcano. This was his mountain.
"This is my ledge!" He shouted, lunging forward at O'wain, but stopping short. He'd left the security of the mountainside behind. He swayed slightly, body unsure if it was supposed to be standing or flying. "You didn't climb here! You didn't earn it!" He bit his tongue by accident, causing it to bleed. But he hardly noticed. "You have to EARN IT!"
Ghalath, short winged and square bodied, was already lightly winded by the time she reached the level of the clouds. But it was glorious! She was glorious! This was her sky. No one else could have it, not even that brown who followed her around now. The big brute, he's far too slow! He might be able to outfly her, but she'd out maneuver him! She'd never be caught!
[ghalath] Try![/ghalath] she screeched. Her hide was glowing in the sun, making her mottled pattern stand out more clearly than it ever had before. She did not croon or flirt or dance in the sky. Why did she have to show off to him? She didn't need him. He was nothing! She was everything! THIS WAS HER SKY!
And her world was quickly bleeding into his, taking it over. Z'jan was only partially aware of his human body. He felt his back still, pressed against the back wall of the mountain. Cool, hard stone. He pushed back harder, perversely enjoying the pain of the rocks jabbing into the meat of his shoulder, his spine, rib bones. His flesh was so hot he was certain it would burn through his clothes. If he stayed here long enough, maybe he'd spark a volcano.
He took a ragged breath, the mountain air sharp against this throat. But then... there was suddenly a different kind of air. A wind. No, a windstorm! It moved on it's own, blowing back his hair. He threw an arm over his eyes, to block the grit it churned up. It also blocked his view. When the air finally grew still once more (and his flesh grew even hotter than ever) Z'jan pulled down his arm.
And saw, of all people... O'wain?
Z'jan blinked slowly, staring at the man as though he was a book written in another language. He opened his mouth. After a moment's effort, words came out.
"Why are you here?" Z'jan heard himself speak, and was surprised by his own voice. He'd practically growled. He'd thrown the words at O'wain, as though they were weapons. But why is he here! His mind screamed back. Who said he could climb with us! Z'jan ground his teeth, eyes narrowing. His flesh must surely be on fire now. He was the volcano. This was his mountain.
"This is my ledge!" He shouted, lunging forward at O'wain, but stopping short. He'd left the security of the mountainside behind. He swayed slightly, body unsure if it was supposed to be standing or flying. "You didn't climb here! You didn't earn it!" He bit his tongue by accident, causing it to bleed. But he hardly noticed. "You have to EARN IT!"
Ghalath, short winged and square bodied, was already lightly winded by the time she reached the level of the clouds. But it was glorious! She was glorious! This was her sky. No one else could have it, not even that brown who followed her around now. The big brute, he's far too slow! He might be able to outfly her, but she'd out maneuver him! She'd never be caught!
[ghalath] Try![/ghalath] she screeched. Her hide was glowing in the sun, making her mottled pattern stand out more clearly than it ever had before. She did not croon or flirt or dance in the sky. Why did she have to show off to him? She didn't need him. He was nothing! She was everything! THIS WAS HER SKY!
