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!
18.Mar.14, 11:50 PM
Her body trembled and a fine sheen of sweat had begun to coat her body with the force of Mizeath's lust. No matter how many times Ameris shook her head to clear it it was consumed by the dragon in the air. She couldn't stop the widening of her eyes or the near panic that started when she glimpsed the men who had begun to surround the door, some making it through and those mostly bronzeriders. The fear was ridiculous. She knew flights. Knew how they worked and knew what was to be expected but she still couldn't stop that niggle as it crept in. Her breath shuddered out as R'nya's shout rang out. The thought of the bronze pair calmed her nerves and she could feel herself begin to relax. The sight of N'kal was strange but welcomed as Mizeath once more poured through her mind.
Far above the weyr the gold gave her suitors a merry chase. Her overly long body gave her an edge over them and she took full advantage of it as she slipped past Ghaeth to spin between Xyreith and Torath to dart even higher. Her great wings beat the wind and Mizeath was flush with lust and exhilaration for the chase. Many had come to see her maiden rise and she took a moment to preen at the thought. Bronzes, browns and even a few blues. Had the situation been something a little less intense and a little more soft, she might have felt a moments amusement that they dared think they could catch her! But they chased and she flew and only the thought of going higher and higher to find that perfect match kept that amusement at bay.
They had no thought of teasing, none of the fanciful nature of the greens that regularly flew. For them there was only the strongest and fastest of the pack that strained to catch them. A blue dropped out and Mizeath screeched as she thrust herself higher. The blue was shortly followed by a brown. Still she shot higher into the air. A merry chase indeed. There were hides and thoughts that she should know but didn't and she would think on that later but for now, Mizeath pumped her wings and roared to the gathered males once more.
Ameris gasped at the renewed vigor, lost in her dragon as her eyes trailed along the harsh faces before her. Which would Mizeath pick? The stoic and noble R'nya with his trickster of a dragon? Or the one who loved children so much he allowed them to mob him? Perhaps the unknown, Iparth? A dragon and rider pair they'd never had a chance to meet before now. Would Ameris wake beside a stranger come the end of the flight? So much chance was left to a flight. So much unknown. It was a wonder the woman didn't cringe in fear. But she stood strong, gripped in the lust of her gold as they flung themselves higher and higher.
Far above the weyr the gold gave her suitors a merry chase. Her overly long body gave her an edge over them and she took full advantage of it as she slipped past Ghaeth to spin between Xyreith and Torath to dart even higher. Her great wings beat the wind and Mizeath was flush with lust and exhilaration for the chase. Many had come to see her maiden rise and she took a moment to preen at the thought. Bronzes, browns and even a few blues. Had the situation been something a little less intense and a little more soft, she might have felt a moments amusement that they dared think they could catch her! But they chased and she flew and only the thought of going higher and higher to find that perfect match kept that amusement at bay.
They had no thought of teasing, none of the fanciful nature of the greens that regularly flew. For them there was only the strongest and fastest of the pack that strained to catch them. A blue dropped out and Mizeath screeched as she thrust herself higher. The blue was shortly followed by a brown. Still she shot higher into the air. A merry chase indeed. There were hides and thoughts that she should know but didn't and she would think on that later but for now, Mizeath pumped her wings and roared to the gathered males once more.
Ameris gasped at the renewed vigor, lost in her dragon as her eyes trailed along the harsh faces before her. Which would Mizeath pick? The stoic and noble R'nya with his trickster of a dragon? Or the one who loved children so much he allowed them to mob him? Perhaps the unknown, Iparth? A dragon and rider pair they'd never had a chance to meet before now. Would Ameris wake beside a stranger come the end of the flight? So much chance was left to a flight. So much unknown. It was a wonder the woman didn't cringe in fear. But she stood strong, gripped in the lust of her gold as they flung themselves higher and higher.
