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!
19.Nov.12, 12:25 PM
"Larri!" The word was a raspy whisper, barely audible as it left the greenrider's lips, eyes squinting against the dull light of glows in the bathing room, peering up at the people surrounding him dully and without focus. His dragon was his focus, mind reaching out for the green creature and clinging to her responding assault of trembling relief. B'jin's body relaxed as the connection with his dragon was reconfirmed, both rider and dragon taking comfort in the mental touch of their partner; relief, such relief!
Larrikith's fading fear was still overwhelming, and her distraught mind easy to pick apart, even as hazy as B'jin was -- she'd been afraid he'd died! B'jin shook his head slightly, the back still resting against the ground, but stopped suddenly, stiffening as the action made his vision burst into a billion tiny stars on a canopy of black. The stiffening of his body reminded him forcefully and viciously of the abuse it had taken -- when? B'jin gasped, another action that was viciously rebelled as ribs complained about the sudden expanding and brown eyes opened wide, staring at the dull roof.
Then, company was noted.
What words had been spoken by both the men peering down at him went unheard, the greenriders ears full of liquid, suffering a heavy concussion, he was lucky to be capable of seeing straight; audio was not on his list of currently working features. Vision was blurry and unsure, and B'jin's experience with men leering down at him was bad, at best. The greenrider hissed, part in pain, part in fear, and part in warning as muscles bunched and he sent himself sliding backwards, kicking out viciously at one shadowed shape as he went, foot connecting heavily with the young man's chest. B'jin scrabbled backwards, pushing himself up into a rough sitting position as he went.
Sitting up was objected to viciously as his gaze blacked out, head both spinning and pounding while some liquid or another dripped from his hair - B'jin did not want to know! - and rolled down his cheek to drip from his jaw-line. While his eyes were open, and shifting around rapidly, they saw very little beyond incredibly hazy images. Sound came to him slowly, fading in and out of clarity; anxious to hear properly, B'jin shook his head, attempting to clear his head. A stupid move, his body took the last it could from him and he heaved, viciously, crying out in surprised pain as he twisted over to puke blindly beside himself. Tears joined the bathwater, puke and blood.
Reassured that B'jin was alive, and while not well, was not about to abandon her to be alone, Larrikith slunk over to Ayyonth, curling up pathetically beside her blue mate and pressing against him desperately. Her neck twined against his own as the little green dragon trembled, from her own previous and unparalleled fear, and from B'jin's current fear; from the pain -- So much pain... her voice was a soft whispering brush against the minds of Talian and R'nd.
Larrikith's fading fear was still overwhelming, and her distraught mind easy to pick apart, even as hazy as B'jin was -- she'd been afraid he'd died! B'jin shook his head slightly, the back still resting against the ground, but stopped suddenly, stiffening as the action made his vision burst into a billion tiny stars on a canopy of black. The stiffening of his body reminded him forcefully and viciously of the abuse it had taken -- when? B'jin gasped, another action that was viciously rebelled as ribs complained about the sudden expanding and brown eyes opened wide, staring at the dull roof.
Then, company was noted.
What words had been spoken by both the men peering down at him went unheard, the greenriders ears full of liquid, suffering a heavy concussion, he was lucky to be capable of seeing straight; audio was not on his list of currently working features. Vision was blurry and unsure, and B'jin's experience with men leering down at him was bad, at best. The greenrider hissed, part in pain, part in fear, and part in warning as muscles bunched and he sent himself sliding backwards, kicking out viciously at one shadowed shape as he went, foot connecting heavily with the young man's chest. B'jin scrabbled backwards, pushing himself up into a rough sitting position as he went.
Sitting up was objected to viciously as his gaze blacked out, head both spinning and pounding while some liquid or another dripped from his hair - B'jin did not want to know! - and rolled down his cheek to drip from his jaw-line. While his eyes were open, and shifting around rapidly, they saw very little beyond incredibly hazy images. Sound came to him slowly, fading in and out of clarity; anxious to hear properly, B'jin shook his head, attempting to clear his head. A stupid move, his body took the last it could from him and he heaved, viciously, crying out in surprised pain as he twisted over to puke blindly beside himself. Tears joined the bathwater, puke and blood.
Reassured that B'jin was alive, and while not well, was not about to abandon her to be alone, Larrikith slunk over to Ayyonth, curling up pathetically beside her blue mate and pressing against him desperately. Her neck twined against his own as the little green dragon trembled, from her own previous and unparalleled fear, and from B'jin's current fear; from the pain -- So much pain... her voice was a soft whispering brush against the minds of Talian and R'nd.
