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!
21.Sep.13, 11:31 PM
His ass was cold...the first moment of awareness was how a breeze kept blowing on his behind and making the little hairs there stand up. O'wain never liked having his butt cold and one hand started to move around trying to find the blanket so he could pull it over his backside and get some sleep.
O'wain's hand moved slowly in jerky movements, seemingly confused it wasn't finding anything soft or warm in it's quest. He hoped he didn't have to open his eyes, even with his eyelids closed he knew it was too bright. Then his hand hit something which moved and vanished before he could get a grip on it. Then he felt an edge, hard and crumbly. That isn't any bed edge or even a mattress of rushes tossed on the floor. In fact it felt more like rock than anything he would find in a hut.
Rock, edge, ledge? Ghalath rose and Nishkath caught her. Z'jan. The memories came back and O'wain smiled then winced. His first time with Z'jan had been far less painful than this time.
With more awareness coming to him, O'wain took stock of where he was, the warm body beneath him, his cold behind and being on a ledge with Z'jan. He then felt Z'jan press his forehead against his neck causing O'wain to smile.
Moving his wondering arm back he shifted his weight so he was more on his die, his butt against the sun warmed cliff. O'wain kept his arms around Z'jan to keep the greenrider pressed against his body, not wanting him to be cold. His arms held him firmly but lightly, the last thing O'wain wanted was the young man to jump away and fall off the cliff.
Nishkath? O'wain sent, wondering if the brown was nearby. He didn't get any response, the other's mind deep asleep. O'wain doubted he could rouse the brown even if he tried. Nothing short of a Queen's summons would rouse Nishkath now. He kissed Z'jan's head, deciding he might as well enjoy the aftermath of a mating flight in as much comfort as they could manage. Besides, O'wain was certain he just knocked some article of clothing off the cliff in his earlier quest for a blanket.
O'wain's hand moved slowly in jerky movements, seemingly confused it wasn't finding anything soft or warm in it's quest. He hoped he didn't have to open his eyes, even with his eyelids closed he knew it was too bright. Then his hand hit something which moved and vanished before he could get a grip on it. Then he felt an edge, hard and crumbly. That isn't any bed edge or even a mattress of rushes tossed on the floor. In fact it felt more like rock than anything he would find in a hut.
Rock, edge, ledge? Ghalath rose and Nishkath caught her. Z'jan. The memories came back and O'wain smiled then winced. His first time with Z'jan had been far less painful than this time.
With more awareness coming to him, O'wain took stock of where he was, the warm body beneath him, his cold behind and being on a ledge with Z'jan. He then felt Z'jan press his forehead against his neck causing O'wain to smile.
Moving his wondering arm back he shifted his weight so he was more on his die, his butt against the sun warmed cliff. O'wain kept his arms around Z'jan to keep the greenrider pressed against his body, not wanting him to be cold. His arms held him firmly but lightly, the last thing O'wain wanted was the young man to jump away and fall off the cliff.
Nishkath? O'wain sent, wondering if the brown was nearby. He didn't get any response, the other's mind deep asleep. O'wain doubted he could rouse the brown even if he tried. Nothing short of a Queen's summons would rouse Nishkath now. He kissed Z'jan's head, deciding he might as well enjoy the aftermath of a mating flight in as much comfort as they could manage. Besides, O'wain was certain he just knocked some article of clothing off the cliff in his earlier quest for a blanket.
