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!
03.Sep.13, 03:45 AM
The air was full of dragon's wings, the world was reverating with their arrogant calls, and the world was hot with lust; but Xyreith ignored them all as he spiraled through the sky after the golden tail of Aradissicath. None of them were worthy of the young beauty, and certainly none of them were worthy to be called challengers or competition! He was by far the best, and the most worthy, and Xyreith dismissed them before most had even set out to join the chase. He would call this morning's victory his won, and they would weep at the loss they would suffer!
R'nya prowled on light feet around the edge of the main group, far enough wtihin it to be near Rhaedalyn, but not so close as to be on top of the girl; much like his dragon's tailing efforst in the sky, R'nya kept pace and kept watch without demanding the center stage - that would be his soon! A small little smirk played along the corner of his lips, an arrogance fed by Xyreith as the bronze dragon dipped and curled through the air with quiet grace. He was far from a small or areobatic dragon, but he knew how to control himself whilst airborn, and had long learned to use it to his advantage. He didn't bother to waste his breath on growling or roaring challenges, and ignored those that dared to nip and bite at one another, swirling past them without a second glance. There was only one worthy of his attention, and she was far prettier than any of the worthless fools that thought themselves her champion.
The bronzerider on the ground followed without comment or sound - echoing his own dragon's silence - when Rhaedalyn zipped back into the hut, the man neither pushing nor shoving as others clammered to get into the hut first and someone had their nose broken in the fuss, causing the man - he neither knew nor cared what colour rider he was - to withdraw unhappily from the flight, his dragon dropping out of the sky with a bellow of surprised pain. R'nya slipped through the door while the man cradled his nose, woken viciously from flightlust by primal pain. The room within was empty, except for the sway of confused riders as they sought out Rhaedalyn vaguely and without true consiousness.
R'nya turned with both knowing confidence and surprised bewilderment towards the bedroom; the girl must have been losing herself to her dragon to hide in her bedroom, and R'nya found enough of his own sanity to be both surprised and impressed. It was better that she should flee to such a location; she was no whoring greenrider to make a public spectacle of herself in the gather square! Puffing out a soft snort, R'nya paused before the bedroom door and while he may have been inclined to knock for one small part of a lucid moment, he did not. Instead, the bronzerider pushed the door open gently and stepped inside, not at all aware of Rhaedalyn's state of dress (or lack there of) for all he could see was the shimmering gold hide of her dragon through his own dragon's eyes.
"Mine," R'nya purred softly, sightless eyes locking on Rhaedalyn as Xyreith purred the same single word quietly against the edge of Aradissicath's mind, the great bronze shifting position so he could weave through those that still thought themselves worthy, the dragon waiting for an opportunity to present itself, eyes hungry and attention completely locked on Aradissicath. A sudden change in wind currents, and Xyreith used them to his advantage, dropping silently through the sky to make an unnanounced snatch at the pretty gold...
R'nya prowled on light feet around the edge of the main group, far enough wtihin it to be near Rhaedalyn, but not so close as to be on top of the girl; much like his dragon's tailing efforst in the sky, R'nya kept pace and kept watch without demanding the center stage - that would be his soon! A small little smirk played along the corner of his lips, an arrogance fed by Xyreith as the bronze dragon dipped and curled through the air with quiet grace. He was far from a small or areobatic dragon, but he knew how to control himself whilst airborn, and had long learned to use it to his advantage. He didn't bother to waste his breath on growling or roaring challenges, and ignored those that dared to nip and bite at one another, swirling past them without a second glance. There was only one worthy of his attention, and she was far prettier than any of the worthless fools that thought themselves her champion.
The bronzerider on the ground followed without comment or sound - echoing his own dragon's silence - when Rhaedalyn zipped back into the hut, the man neither pushing nor shoving as others clammered to get into the hut first and someone had their nose broken in the fuss, causing the man - he neither knew nor cared what colour rider he was - to withdraw unhappily from the flight, his dragon dropping out of the sky with a bellow of surprised pain. R'nya slipped through the door while the man cradled his nose, woken viciously from flightlust by primal pain. The room within was empty, except for the sway of confused riders as they sought out Rhaedalyn vaguely and without true consiousness.
R'nya turned with both knowing confidence and surprised bewilderment towards the bedroom; the girl must have been losing herself to her dragon to hide in her bedroom, and R'nya found enough of his own sanity to be both surprised and impressed. It was better that she should flee to such a location; she was no whoring greenrider to make a public spectacle of herself in the gather square! Puffing out a soft snort, R'nya paused before the bedroom door and while he may have been inclined to knock for one small part of a lucid moment, he did not. Instead, the bronzerider pushed the door open gently and stepped inside, not at all aware of Rhaedalyn's state of dress (or lack there of) for all he could see was the shimmering gold hide of her dragon through his own dragon's eyes.
"Mine," R'nya purred softly, sightless eyes locking on Rhaedalyn as Xyreith purred the same single word quietly against the edge of Aradissicath's mind, the great bronze shifting position so he could weave through those that still thought themselves worthy, the dragon waiting for an opportunity to present itself, eyes hungry and attention completely locked on Aradissicath. A sudden change in wind currents, and Xyreith used them to his advantage, dropping silently through the sky to make an unnanounced snatch at the pretty gold...
