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.Jun.18, 06:15 AM
How… how could Ayontay being bit by a blue dragon not be the worse thing to happen at the Hatching? How could it continue to go downhill from there in an increasingly bloody way? Madiquel had already decided she just wanted to go home when Ayontay had gone back on the Sands; when the brown Hatched and began his bloody massacre of the two girl candidates, Madiquel hid her face in Eridella’s side, crying brokenly; she’d known those girls! Not well, but enough! How could she be gone now? Just like that? And the image of what the baby brown had done to her was not something that Madiquel thought she’d ever be able to unsee.
The screaming of Nadioth did nothing to settle Madiquel, who cringed and clung tighter to Eridella, sobbing hopelessly and trembling. There was a small part of her that told her she should be brave, for the young Benden and for Ayontay's dad and for Ayontay who was still on the Sands… but all that thought did was frighten her more, and Madiquel cried harder. She wanted him off the Sands. She wanted them all off the sands! She didn’t want anyone else to get hurt or to die and she hated, hated, hated everything about the whole morning and she just wanted to go home. Home was safe. Home was where Papa was. Home was familiar and reassuring and not a murdering rampage of dragonets!
The long break between the brown murdering hatchling and the next Impression gave Madiquel time to pull herself together, somewhat, and extract her face from Eridella’s chest. The girl wiped her eyes, sniffling and worrying now about the scene she’d caused. She could feel the nice woman’s arm around her, holding her reassuringly and she smiled, watery, when Benden, so seriously, asked her if she was okay.
Sniffling softly, Madiquel was reassured by the hatching of the bronze who found his mate without any event, and she relaxed slightly against Eridella, holding the woman’s hand between white fingers. She knew she wasn’t the only one worried about Ayontay and her friends on the Sands, and it was nice to know she wasn’t alone, even though none of them had really said anything much. The little green that hatched was promising, at least, until she charged for the dying girl on the Sands. Madiquel gasped, her free hand rising to cover her mouth and her eyes squeezing shut as she worried about the little dragonet tearing the woman apart… or what was left of her.
Instead there was a kind of… horrified silence, and Madiquel carefully opened her eyes, taking in the heartbreaking sight of the dragonet Impressing to the bleeding girl. She burst into tears again, sobbing brokenly as the dragonet confirmed the loss of the girl’s life, and then went on a rage. Madiquel moaned softly in despair as the creature finally vanished between before more blood could be drawn and the dragons keened. She slapped her hands over her ears at the sound, flashing back to the landslide, trembling at the memories she normally went out of her way to help her father forget and she herself had buried so deep.
She missed the Impression of the next green dragonet, before Benden shook her arm, his face white, and she turned in horror to look towards Ayontay. Her heart leapt into her throat as she saw the bronze dragonet heading his way, and the way Mylorah stepped in his path. Her fingers, white at the knuckles, almost clawed at her own face in nervousness as the bronze pushed the girl aside – so gently! – with his nose and then… Impressed to Ayontay.
Throwing all decorum and rules to the wayside, Madiquel dashed away from the people she’d been standing with, leaping down the stairs in bounds and dashing across the edge of the Sands – she had enough mind to avoid the eggs and Nadioth – and, forgetting that dragonets could be rather paranoid and possessive, she threw herself at Ayontay, wrapping her arms around his neck and bursting into tears again. Madiquel clung for a moment, before clover swooped in with a shriek of approval, and she remembered the dragonet. Throwing herself off of Ayontay, Madiquel fell to her knees, still crying, but happy now. She was so glad he was off the Sands, and he had a nice dragon and… she couldn’t stop sobbing!
The screaming of Nadioth did nothing to settle Madiquel, who cringed and clung tighter to Eridella, sobbing hopelessly and trembling. There was a small part of her that told her she should be brave, for the young Benden and for Ayontay's dad and for Ayontay who was still on the Sands… but all that thought did was frighten her more, and Madiquel cried harder. She wanted him off the Sands. She wanted them all off the sands! She didn’t want anyone else to get hurt or to die and she hated, hated, hated everything about the whole morning and she just wanted to go home. Home was safe. Home was where Papa was. Home was familiar and reassuring and not a murdering rampage of dragonets!
The long break between the brown murdering hatchling and the next Impression gave Madiquel time to pull herself together, somewhat, and extract her face from Eridella’s chest. The girl wiped her eyes, sniffling and worrying now about the scene she’d caused. She could feel the nice woman’s arm around her, holding her reassuringly and she smiled, watery, when Benden, so seriously, asked her if she was okay.
Sniffling softly, Madiquel was reassured by the hatching of the bronze who found his mate without any event, and she relaxed slightly against Eridella, holding the woman’s hand between white fingers. She knew she wasn’t the only one worried about Ayontay and her friends on the Sands, and it was nice to know she wasn’t alone, even though none of them had really said anything much. The little green that hatched was promising, at least, until she charged for the dying girl on the Sands. Madiquel gasped, her free hand rising to cover her mouth and her eyes squeezing shut as she worried about the little dragonet tearing the woman apart… or what was left of her.
Instead there was a kind of… horrified silence, and Madiquel carefully opened her eyes, taking in the heartbreaking sight of the dragonet Impressing to the bleeding girl. She burst into tears again, sobbing brokenly as the dragonet confirmed the loss of the girl’s life, and then went on a rage. Madiquel moaned softly in despair as the creature finally vanished between before more blood could be drawn and the dragons keened. She slapped her hands over her ears at the sound, flashing back to the landslide, trembling at the memories she normally went out of her way to help her father forget and she herself had buried so deep.
She missed the Impression of the next green dragonet, before Benden shook her arm, his face white, and she turned in horror to look towards Ayontay. Her heart leapt into her throat as she saw the bronze dragonet heading his way, and the way Mylorah stepped in his path. Her fingers, white at the knuckles, almost clawed at her own face in nervousness as the bronze pushed the girl aside – so gently! – with his nose and then… Impressed to Ayontay.
Throwing all decorum and rules to the wayside, Madiquel dashed away from the people she’d been standing with, leaping down the stairs in bounds and dashing across the edge of the Sands – she had enough mind to avoid the eggs and Nadioth – and, forgetting that dragonets could be rather paranoid and possessive, she threw herself at Ayontay, wrapping her arms around his neck and bursting into tears again. Madiquel clung for a moment, before clover swooped in with a shriek of approval, and she remembered the dragonet. Throwing herself off of Ayontay, Madiquel fell to her knees, still crying, but happy now. She was so glad he was off the Sands, and he had a nice dragon and… she couldn’t stop sobbing!
