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, 04:55 AM
O'wain was nearly lost in the mind of his dragon, their lust as one. The golden flame shimmering before their eyes was all they wanted. She was a beautiful gold and so worthy of them.
A brown was mauled by an impatient bronze off to Nishkath's left, he didn't remember that one chasing golds before. Nishkath didn't remember for certain. He beat his wings, blacker than rich earth scooped the air. He wasn't trying to close in on the gold just yet.
He didn't have the stamina of the bronzes but he was an experienced chaser. Before Nishkath realized it, the gold had drifted towards him and he tensed, ready to catch her. Before he could twist his wing out of the way she bumped into it and it hampered his attempt to catch her. He lost some speed as a result and fell back half a dragonlength before regaining his rhythm. It wasn't the first time a clumsy dragon bumped into him during a flight, whether it was the object of the chase or other males jockeying to get into position to catch her. The worse such collision knocked him out of the race. This time he wasn't going to let anything knock him out of the race.
Then she dove and that was a saving grace as far as Nishkath was concern. He dropped about half the distance more to gain speed than leveled off, ready to beat his wings strongly when she rose into the sky. As he expected she climbed and he was all the more closer when she reached the same elevation. Unfortunately a bronze was closing in as well.
A rumble vibrated through Nishkath's throat, part of him wanting to veer off as the instinct to yield to a bronze warred with the stronger instinct to mate. The desire to mate won out and he put more effort into the chase.
O'wain was barely aware of Rhaedalyn slipping away from to head into her bedroom. Another rider moving in ahead of him to get to the door. Without a sound O'wain followed right behind R'nya and moved to stand beside him, full of confidence as well. If O'wain was more himself at that moment, instead of totally focused on the vision of a beautiful golden dragon just within reach, he would have made some humorous comment to his rival.
Nishkath did his best to position himself in just the right position to swerve in to snatch the prize, now it was just a matter of anticipating which way Aradissicath will move to evade the bronze.
A brown was mauled by an impatient bronze off to Nishkath's left, he didn't remember that one chasing golds before. Nishkath didn't remember for certain. He beat his wings, blacker than rich earth scooped the air. He wasn't trying to close in on the gold just yet.
He didn't have the stamina of the bronzes but he was an experienced chaser. Before Nishkath realized it, the gold had drifted towards him and he tensed, ready to catch her. Before he could twist his wing out of the way she bumped into it and it hampered his attempt to catch her. He lost some speed as a result and fell back half a dragonlength before regaining his rhythm. It wasn't the first time a clumsy dragon bumped into him during a flight, whether it was the object of the chase or other males jockeying to get into position to catch her. The worse such collision knocked him out of the race. This time he wasn't going to let anything knock him out of the race.
Then she dove and that was a saving grace as far as Nishkath was concern. He dropped about half the distance more to gain speed than leveled off, ready to beat his wings strongly when she rose into the sky. As he expected she climbed and he was all the more closer when she reached the same elevation. Unfortunately a bronze was closing in as well.
A rumble vibrated through Nishkath's throat, part of him wanting to veer off as the instinct to yield to a bronze warred with the stronger instinct to mate. The desire to mate won out and he put more effort into the chase.
O'wain was barely aware of Rhaedalyn slipping away from to head into her bedroom. Another rider moving in ahead of him to get to the door. Without a sound O'wain followed right behind R'nya and moved to stand beside him, full of confidence as well. If O'wain was more himself at that moment, instead of totally focused on the vision of a beautiful golden dragon just within reach, he would have made some humorous comment to his rival.
Nishkath did his best to position himself in just the right position to swerve in to snatch the prize, now it was just a matter of anticipating which way Aradissicath will move to evade the bronze.
