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!
23.Jan.18, 03:16 AM
It wasn't long before they came. Dropped off by green riders or pushing through the door of hers and K'ton's weyr. She could hear the commotion in the hall as other riders and weyrfolk woke to the sound of dragons roaring and the feelings of lust making its way through every and anyone in the way. It was all secondary background noise, minimal and unimportant in the background.
They were all that mattered. Those who came to court, to woo, to chase. Those who came to claim and win her, to win them. These were the only men and dragons that mattered, those who were strong enough to keep up with them. Nadioth climbed higher into the air, bursting through low, misty clouds as the sun continued to rise, bringing it's warm light to the sky she claimed as her own. Her graceful, long wings pumped with energy and determination as she stretched them wide to propel herself further away from the weyr, further from her would be captors. None would claim her before she was ready, and she had only just begun this flight, this game of strength and will, of lust and wanting. She was free in the sky. Free from rules and propriety, free from any expectations except that she would fly and choose one who would sire her clutch, but even that was not in the forefront of her mind. She growled as she continued to rise into the air, higher and faster, pushing herself, testing her limits and the limits of those who thought they deserved the right to claim her.
High above the land, Nadioth had started to circle back toward the weyr, showing no signs of tiring. Turning was not her strongest ability, regardless of how she tried or how much adrenaline she had that was coursing through her massive body, so the turn had been wide, unlike flexible little greens, and it slowed her down some. A brown had thought to cut her off as she came out of that wide turn, trying to be sneaky, trying to catch her quickly. Nadioth roared in outrage at the insolence of said dragon and banked hard to the left, lashing out with her front claws, making contact only briefly as her claws raked across the browns face, green ichor spraying into the air as she winged away.Fool! Begone! You are unworthy! , she snarled in rage as she beat her wings with vigor to gain speed again, only to fold her wings suddenly, sending herself into a nose dive. She let herself freefall for several dozen feet only to then spread her wings wide to catch an updraft that carried her higher again, soaring past several for dragons who were all late for the chase. She raced back across the weyrbowl then angled out toward the ocean, roaring her lust filled rage to the sky.
Within the weyr Vee had started circling the men who were in her weyr, studying them, seeing who among them might be worthy, though it was not her choice, she and Nadioth were of the same mind. Only the best would do. She knew them all, of course, but then again, there were very few riders she did not know in some way, even if only by name. The first few faces her dark eyes settled on, however, she knew them best. Tall, handsome, all bronze riders of course. Then there was the boy. Shorter than the others, curly hair and an innocent face. He was young, cute, barely old enough, but age mattered little. She passed by him, giving him a coy smile, fingers trailing over his cheek as she swiftly moved away out of his reach, only weave in and out of the other bronzeriders, flirting, teasing, as her dragon did the same far above her. Who among them would be strong enough, determined enough to suit them? She watched them all, with that teasing smile on her face, a slight twist to her hips and she moved about the room as if she were the hunter and they the prey. A rider reached out to touch her and she whirled on him, her left hand cracking across his face almost at the same time her dragon had damaged another in the air.
She said nothing but moved away, keeping her distance from the men in her weyr. There weren't enough of them, they needed more of a challenge, they deserved to have all of them. It was then that she noticed that her rider was not among the men in her weyr. Where was he? Where was K'ton? Nadioth growled her displeasure as she caught her rider's disappointment and upset over the missing brownrider for she too expected the brown to come when she called. How dare he not come for her as she demanded? She growled into the passing wind and started another turn, far ahead of those who were chasing her. Having turned she headed back toward the weyr, straight at her pursuers, nearly into the claws of an eager bronze before folding her wings again and dropping low over the oceans surface, the tips of her wings slapping the surface before she pulled her body up into the air again, the rising sun shining off her body, making her gleam as she raced toward the weyr again, her roar of challenge echoing off the trees again as she flew.
They were all that mattered. Those who came to court, to woo, to chase. Those who came to claim and win her, to win them. These were the only men and dragons that mattered, those who were strong enough to keep up with them. Nadioth climbed higher into the air, bursting through low, misty clouds as the sun continued to rise, bringing it's warm light to the sky she claimed as her own. Her graceful, long wings pumped with energy and determination as she stretched them wide to propel herself further away from the weyr, further from her would be captors. None would claim her before she was ready, and she had only just begun this flight, this game of strength and will, of lust and wanting. She was free in the sky. Free from rules and propriety, free from any expectations except that she would fly and choose one who would sire her clutch, but even that was not in the forefront of her mind. She growled as she continued to rise into the air, higher and faster, pushing herself, testing her limits and the limits of those who thought they deserved the right to claim her.
High above the land, Nadioth had started to circle back toward the weyr, showing no signs of tiring. Turning was not her strongest ability, regardless of how she tried or how much adrenaline she had that was coursing through her massive body, so the turn had been wide, unlike flexible little greens, and it slowed her down some. A brown had thought to cut her off as she came out of that wide turn, trying to be sneaky, trying to catch her quickly. Nadioth roared in outrage at the insolence of said dragon and banked hard to the left, lashing out with her front claws, making contact only briefly as her claws raked across the browns face, green ichor spraying into the air as she winged away.
Within the weyr Vee had started circling the men who were in her weyr, studying them, seeing who among them might be worthy, though it was not her choice, she and Nadioth were of the same mind. Only the best would do. She knew them all, of course, but then again, there were very few riders she did not know in some way, even if only by name. The first few faces her dark eyes settled on, however, she knew them best. Tall, handsome, all bronze riders of course. Then there was the boy. Shorter than the others, curly hair and an innocent face. He was young, cute, barely old enough, but age mattered little. She passed by him, giving him a coy smile, fingers trailing over his cheek as she swiftly moved away out of his reach, only weave in and out of the other bronzeriders, flirting, teasing, as her dragon did the same far above her. Who among them would be strong enough, determined enough to suit them? She watched them all, with that teasing smile on her face, a slight twist to her hips and she moved about the room as if she were the hunter and they the prey. A rider reached out to touch her and she whirled on him, her left hand cracking across his face almost at the same time her dragon had damaged another in the air.
She said nothing but moved away, keeping her distance from the men in her weyr. There weren't enough of them, they needed more of a challenge, they deserved to have all of them. It was then that she noticed that her rider was not among the men in her weyr. Where was he? Where was K'ton? Nadioth growled her displeasure as she caught her rider's disappointment and upset over the missing brownrider for she too expected the brown to come when she called. How dare he not come for her as she demanded? She growled into the passing wind and started another turn, far ahead of those who were chasing her. Having turned she headed back toward the weyr, straight at her pursuers, nearly into the claws of an eager bronze before folding her wings again and dropping low over the oceans surface, the tips of her wings slapping the surface before she pulled her body up into the air again, the rising sun shining off her body, making her gleam as she raced toward the weyr again, her roar of challenge echoing off the trees again as she flew.
