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!
04.Jan.16, 01:09 AM
The day had begun with R’nya sitting in the large, far too spacious office that had come with being Weyrleader of Fort. R’nya was not comfortable with the new knots now present on his shoulder, but he was also reluctantly agreeable to the fact that there really wasn’t a lot of choice when it came to dishing out Weyrleadership to the assorted weyrs. They were all so young, and inexperienced. R’nya hadn’t even wanted to be a Wingleader, and now he was a Weyrleader! The bronzerider released a long suffering sigh and rubbed his temples.
He’d been more than a little surprised when a sudden warm wave of lust washed over him, trickling down his spine and making his toes tingle. It took a moment before he realised what the cause was, and then he was standing up so fast he sent his chair skittering behind him, where it toppled over with a loud crack against the bare stone floor – he had yet to find the time to get a rug brought in and the cold walls were also tapestry free.
Xy? Is it Dissi?
Of course, Xyreith responded with a low growling hum, the bronze leaping from the ledge of their weyr to close in on Aradissicath, watching steadily as the gold blooded her kills for what seemed like forever. R’nya half ran and half stumbled out of his Weyr, bumping into a greenrider a few lengths down the hall and he grabbed the man by the upper arm.
“Where is she?” His voice was husky with lust, and the startled man was quick to inform his Weyrleader where Rhaedalyn could be found, giving the man a slap on the shoulder as he sent him off. R’nya was too concerned with finding Rhaedalyn to worry about what type of gossip the man would be spreading about the Weyrleader being ditched by his dragon to find a goldrider on his own.
Xyreith’s answering bellow to Aradissicath’s challenge echoed through the skies and in R’nya’s mind as the man elbowed another bronzerider and slipped into Rhaedalyn’s rooms, hazy blue eyes quickly settling on the startled looking woman. She always seemed to be caught by surprise when her dragon flew, R’nya thought vaguely, forgetting his own surprise at the sudden lust he’d felt moments previously.
R’nya came to with the slow laziness of someone who was comfortable and relaxed. There was a warm, feminine body curled against his side and though his right arm was dead from where the woman was laying on it, the pins and needles were not yet so bad as to cause enough discomfort for R’nya to wake her. The long, curly hair confirmed his companion was Rhaedalyn, even if R’nya hadn’t been sure of that fact from the subtle sweetness of her scent and the lingering lust he could still feel from dragon flights.
The bronzerider sighed softly, pleasantly comfortable, while the fingers of his left hand brushed gently against Rhaedalyn’s waist where he could reach without twisting his arm too much. She had such lovely soft skin! Shifting his head carefully, R’nya puffed a stray curly strand out of his face before dropping a light kiss on Rhaedalyn’s head, content to wait for the goldrider to wake up, he dozed off.
Another suitably challenging flight. Xyreith congratulated Aradissicath, though his cocky tone indicated it was obviously much more challenging for everyone else than it had ever been for himself. He ruined the effect somewhat by licking Aradissicath’s cheek affectionately.
He’d been more than a little surprised when a sudden warm wave of lust washed over him, trickling down his spine and making his toes tingle. It took a moment before he realised what the cause was, and then he was standing up so fast he sent his chair skittering behind him, where it toppled over with a loud crack against the bare stone floor – he had yet to find the time to get a rug brought in and the cold walls were also tapestry free.
Xy? Is it Dissi?
“Where is she?” His voice was husky with lust, and the startled man was quick to inform his Weyrleader where Rhaedalyn could be found, giving the man a slap on the shoulder as he sent him off. R’nya was too concerned with finding Rhaedalyn to worry about what type of gossip the man would be spreading about the Weyrleader being ditched by his dragon to find a goldrider on his own.
Xyreith’s answering bellow to Aradissicath’s challenge echoed through the skies and in R’nya’s mind as the man elbowed another bronzerider and slipped into Rhaedalyn’s rooms, hazy blue eyes quickly settling on the startled looking woman. She always seemed to be caught by surprise when her dragon flew, R’nya thought vaguely, forgetting his own surprise at the sudden lust he’d felt moments previously.
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R’nya came to with the slow laziness of someone who was comfortable and relaxed. There was a warm, feminine body curled against his side and though his right arm was dead from where the woman was laying on it, the pins and needles were not yet so bad as to cause enough discomfort for R’nya to wake her. The long, curly hair confirmed his companion was Rhaedalyn, even if R’nya hadn’t been sure of that fact from the subtle sweetness of her scent and the lingering lust he could still feel from dragon flights.
The bronzerider sighed softly, pleasantly comfortable, while the fingers of his left hand brushed gently against Rhaedalyn’s waist where he could reach without twisting his arm too much. She had such lovely soft skin! Shifting his head carefully, R’nya puffed a stray curly strand out of his face before dropping a light kiss on Rhaedalyn’s head, content to wait for the goldrider to wake up, he dozed off.
