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!
10.Dec.13, 04:03 AM
“What?” B’jin yelped, flicking his hand again even as he bounced backwards away from the piece of meat that had been thrown at his feet by the bluerider. “Are you fucking stupid? I don’t want it!” What part of that had the other man failed to understand? The bastard was quick enough to back away himself! What made him think B’jin was interested in the gold freak clinging to his arm?!
“I don’t care if she prefers the black of between!” B’jin’s voice was lost somewhere between a snarl and a pitiful whine as he glared hotly at D’hys as if the entire situation were the bluerider’s fault. Well, of course it was the bluerider’s fault! He’d just thrown the fucking dried meat at him, and all B’jin could feel was the desire to eat that meat and pick up the meat and give me the meat, please? Please? I love you, you love me, don’t you love me? Please feed me? B’jin shook his hand again, as his head exploded suddenly with the sound of Larrikith’s outrage, and the overwhelming wave of spiteful jealousy. B’jin snapped his hands to his head, almost literally afraid his head was about to explode under the pressure of Larrikith’s emotions.
The greenrider’s knees buckled visibly under the mental assault though he remained on his feet as the screeching, raging green dragon appeared in the sky above them, her voice vocal and more than piercing as she told the world her displeasure about B’jin being anywhere near one of those things. Her rage was wordless, but vocal, as she dropped to the sand near the two men and swung out with her foreleg, swiping B’jin over and then pinning him to the ground as the greenrider gawked up. There was a hint of fear, but whether it was because there was a comparably large dragon pinning him to the ground with teeth sneering in his face, or because of the creature’s rage could be debated.
The tiny, tiny gold, which was by that point clinging to B’jin’s ear, crept up over the greenrider’s face, and glared up at Larrikith. Completely ignoring the draogn’s massive size – at least compared to herself, one of the few creatures Larrikith was actually bigger than – the gold’s eyes swirled a hot and angry red, her wings flared and her chest puffed up and she spit angrily at the dragon, then hissed.
B’jin and Larrikith both gawked at the tiny firelizard – the man’s eyes slightly crossed – in shocked silence. Then B’jin bit his lip, before bursting into laughter as he wriggled out from under Larrikith, looking suddenly like he’d been given the biggest gift in the universe as he carefully detangled the tiny firelizard from where she was perched across his nose. The look he shot at Larrikith was malicious and smug. “I think I’ve changed my mind,” he said with a sly smirk, the little firelizard clinging to his finger as he climbed to his feet.
“I don’t care if she prefers the black of between!” B’jin’s voice was lost somewhere between a snarl and a pitiful whine as he glared hotly at D’hys as if the entire situation were the bluerider’s fault. Well, of course it was the bluerider’s fault! He’d just thrown the fucking dried meat at him, and all B’jin could feel was the desire to eat that meat and pick up the meat and give me the meat, please? Please? I love you, you love me, don’t you love me? Please feed me? B’jin shook his hand again, as his head exploded suddenly with the sound of Larrikith’s outrage, and the overwhelming wave of spiteful jealousy. B’jin snapped his hands to his head, almost literally afraid his head was about to explode under the pressure of Larrikith’s emotions.
The greenrider’s knees buckled visibly under the mental assault though he remained on his feet as the screeching, raging green dragon appeared in the sky above them, her voice vocal and more than piercing as she told the world her displeasure about B’jin being anywhere near one of those things. Her rage was wordless, but vocal, as she dropped to the sand near the two men and swung out with her foreleg, swiping B’jin over and then pinning him to the ground as the greenrider gawked up. There was a hint of fear, but whether it was because there was a comparably large dragon pinning him to the ground with teeth sneering in his face, or because of the creature’s rage could be debated.
The tiny, tiny gold, which was by that point clinging to B’jin’s ear, crept up over the greenrider’s face, and glared up at Larrikith. Completely ignoring the draogn’s massive size – at least compared to herself, one of the few creatures Larrikith was actually bigger than – the gold’s eyes swirled a hot and angry red, her wings flared and her chest puffed up and she spit angrily at the dragon, then hissed.
B’jin and Larrikith both gawked at the tiny firelizard – the man’s eyes slightly crossed – in shocked silence. Then B’jin bit his lip, before bursting into laughter as he wriggled out from under Larrikith, looking suddenly like he’d been given the biggest gift in the universe as he carefully detangled the tiny firelizard from where she was perched across his nose. The look he shot at Larrikith was malicious and smug. “I think I’ve changed my mind,” he said with a sly smirk, the little firelizard clinging to his finger as he climbed to his feet.
