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!
25.Dec.17, 10:03 PM
S’igi was blissfully asleep and would have stayed that away for several more hours if it wasn’t for the warmth of Kovith brushing against his mind, trying to push through the dream and haze of sleep. Unless the bed is on fire, go away, Kovith. S’igi wasn’t really a morning person and liked even less being woken up. The fact that his dragon, his mate of far too many turns, was doing so was odd but not enough to truly pull the man from his warm bed that already had an extra fur on it thanks to winter settling into Telgar.
Close. A messenger comes from Ista to inform all interested parties that Nadioth of Vaeyla is finally taking to the sky. S’igi was close to snapping that he didn’t care when it registered that was a gold pair his dragon was talking about. That was enough to clear his mind but still he didn’t move from under his furs. If he recalled correctly, Vaeyla was mated to a brownrider, meaning the man did have a chance of winning, especially if there weren’t many to challenge him. That could prove to be fun in itself. It wasn’t like he was looking for a mate but it’d be fun to be part of some head games and Kovith was due a win in a proper flight. The occasional green flight that they both agreed on was nice but a great bronze beast deserved a great golden gift at times as well.
Finally S’igi propelled himself out from bed and quickly tossed on some clothing that he hoped wouldn’t stay on for long. He wouldn’t bother to do more than loose pants if he lived in the same Weyr. As it was, the trip between might freeze his dick off if he didn’t dress properly first. Boots were slipped on but not laced soon after the riding leathers were on. S’igi then made quick work of gearing up Kovith and within minutes of the final tug of a strap, they were blinking out from Telgar to land in the blissfully warm Ista region.
S’igi was already growing confident of their chances and Nadioth hadn’t even taken to the sky yet. Kovith hated the cold as much as he did and his dragon found himself getting sluggish in such climates. The blast of warmth and lust would do wonders to wake him up and propel him to first.
Kovith’s feet were barely on the ground before S’igi started to feel the bronze’s lust growing within him. They were definitely in for a golden flight given the pull and allure they were feeling. S’igi quickly dismounted and even managed to focus long enough to pull off the gear that would either be in the way or even end up damaged in the event of a win. The gear was chucked aside, his riding jacket soon joining the pile.
Once Nadioth took off, S’igi nearly lost his balance from the force of desire coming from Kovith and the other dragons that all jumped to follow their golden prize. Now the fun began. Flights were always a rush and S’igi loved the natural high that came with them as much as he enjoyed their minds blurring together to the point that he wasn’t sure if he was the one on the ground or the one in the air.
You deserve her, Kovith. Give it your all. Hold nothing back!
Close. A messenger comes from Ista to inform all interested parties that Nadioth of Vaeyla is finally taking to the sky. S’igi was close to snapping that he didn’t care when it registered that was a gold pair his dragon was talking about. That was enough to clear his mind but still he didn’t move from under his furs. If he recalled correctly, Vaeyla was mated to a brownrider, meaning the man did have a chance of winning, especially if there weren’t many to challenge him. That could prove to be fun in itself. It wasn’t like he was looking for a mate but it’d be fun to be part of some head games and Kovith was due a win in a proper flight. The occasional green flight that they both agreed on was nice but a great bronze beast deserved a great golden gift at times as well.
Finally S’igi propelled himself out from bed and quickly tossed on some clothing that he hoped wouldn’t stay on for long. He wouldn’t bother to do more than loose pants if he lived in the same Weyr. As it was, the trip between might freeze his dick off if he didn’t dress properly first. Boots were slipped on but not laced soon after the riding leathers were on. S’igi then made quick work of gearing up Kovith and within minutes of the final tug of a strap, they were blinking out from Telgar to land in the blissfully warm Ista region.
S’igi was already growing confident of their chances and Nadioth hadn’t even taken to the sky yet. Kovith hated the cold as much as he did and his dragon found himself getting sluggish in such climates. The blast of warmth and lust would do wonders to wake him up and propel him to first.
Kovith’s feet were barely on the ground before S’igi started to feel the bronze’s lust growing within him. They were definitely in for a golden flight given the pull and allure they were feeling. S’igi quickly dismounted and even managed to focus long enough to pull off the gear that would either be in the way or even end up damaged in the event of a win. The gear was chucked aside, his riding jacket soon joining the pile.
Once Nadioth took off, S’igi nearly lost his balance from the force of desire coming from Kovith and the other dragons that all jumped to follow their golden prize. Now the fun began. Flights were always a rush and S’igi loved the natural high that came with them as much as he enjoyed their minds blurring together to the point that he wasn’t sure if he was the one on the ground or the one in the air.
You deserve her, Kovith. Give it your all. Hold nothing back!
