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!
01.Oct.13, 08:15 PM
A'liran was no stranger to flight violence. He'd ducked his head for the brief but rowdy flight, keeping his own beast as calm as he could and searching out somewhere nice and safe to hide. The greenrider often took other flights a a chance to go questing for some fun, but there was a little too much blood in the air tonight. Maybe it was because his own flight had fallen only a couple sevendays before. He was still sore, ribs aching from rather hefty blow by the bronzerider who'd caught him. The rider and his dragon both insisted that it was an accident, but even if that was true, Ali was far form inclined to accept the apology.
They were all the same. That was how he saw it. That was how he justified his anger and defined his own position among his fellow riders. They were all the same, and he was the victim. He would never accept their apologies.
Frustrated by the mood the flight had put him in, Ali skulked off to the crafter's hall to get away from the commotion. He was overreacting, both he and Astoreth knew it. Greenflights happened all the time, and this one hadn't even been particularly bad, but every greenflight seemed to put Ali in this mood lately.
Fuck those whores and fuck the other riders, too... he grumbled as he stomped down the hall. He pushed past one snarling, grumpy man who looked like he thought about stopping to say something. Ali's eyes flashed with anger and he momentarily bucked up to the man, but the altercation passed so quickly that the sore greenrider almost wasn't sure what had happened. The bastard was obviously in a hurry to huff off, and Ali imagined he was probably lucky to not have been grabbed.
You're too much work to be worth it Astoreth predicted in a dry, judgmental tone. Ali could practically felt her consciousness huddling up beside his to help keep him safe. You're too strong for that
"Maybe," the greenrider growled, pacing around the corner only to hear muffled tears. He frowned and scanned the hallway, quickly catching sight of a woman. His expression soured.
"The shards..? Are you okay..?" He held his hands out, not sure if he should actually approach or not. It distracted him from his own foul mood, but that wasn't the same as curing it. Instead, he now had a new reason to be angry.
They were all the same. That was how he saw it. That was how he justified his anger and defined his own position among his fellow riders. They were all the same, and he was the victim. He would never accept their apologies.
Frustrated by the mood the flight had put him in, Ali skulked off to the crafter's hall to get away from the commotion. He was overreacting, both he and Astoreth knew it. Greenflights happened all the time, and this one hadn't even been particularly bad, but every greenflight seemed to put Ali in this mood lately.
Fuck those whores and fuck the other riders, too... he grumbled as he stomped down the hall. He pushed past one snarling, grumpy man who looked like he thought about stopping to say something. Ali's eyes flashed with anger and he momentarily bucked up to the man, but the altercation passed so quickly that the sore greenrider almost wasn't sure what had happened. The bastard was obviously in a hurry to huff off, and Ali imagined he was probably lucky to not have been grabbed.
"Maybe," the greenrider growled, pacing around the corner only to hear muffled tears. He frowned and scanned the hallway, quickly catching sight of a woman. His expression soured.
"The shards..? Are you okay..?" He held his hands out, not sure if he should actually approach or not. It distracted him from his own foul mood, but that wasn't the same as curing it. Instead, he now had a new reason to be angry.
