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!
02.May.14, 02:23 PM
Awake! Get up! Now! came Vleyth's cry, filled with a primal urge to move that J'tir knew immediately meant a Flight. "What!? What's going on?" He yelled, swinging his feet over the edge of his bed at Southern and speaking aloud. They had had a late night, visiting friends, and the bronzerider was tired from the little party. Looking around he noticed, thank the Egg, that he was alone in his bed. The urgency in his dragon's voice was unusual for him, he never seemed to react so startlingly to a green's Flight which J'tir assumed it was. A gold rises with no bronzes to follow. A gold rises! That lit a fire under the bronzerider's ass as he reached for the closest pair of pants he could find. "Shards! Who!?" he cried breathlessly. Wydrith.
J'tir burst from the hut, not bothering with shoes or any riding gear, and leapt onto his bronze. Settling himself for a quick ride was easy, and as soon as he was astride and stable, Vleyth launched himself into the night, heading straight for the feeding grounds where he knew the gold would be blooding her kills. No, take me to her rider first. he commanded, trying to steer the bronze from his immediate urges. Take me! he repeated, as the bronze made no move to obey. Through their link, the rider could feel the reluctance to obey in his dragon, and once more pressed his intent on his mount. Finally, Vleyth responded and banked away toward where the goldriders hut was likely located. He stopped himself short of the ground and let his rider off before spotting the golden queen rising into the night.
As soon as J'tir was freed from his dragons back, the bronze took off after the queen, quickly leaving the pair on the ground. The man could feel the urge to catch her, to rise high in the morning sky under the moon with the glowing gold. But he pushed that aside for the moment, he was only barely able to resist as he reached for the woman in her nightgown. Her hands were fisted at her sides, her skin (and he could see quite a bit of it) flushed with blood. "Stay with her," he whispered in her ear, seemingly seeing through his eyes as he stared at Wydrith not far ahead of him.
The dragons muscles ached with the strain from which he had taken off from the ground. His eyes roiled with rainbows of color as his thoughts focused solely on the golden queen who flew teasingly before him. His maneuverability increased as his muscles warmed and stretched, allowing him to press forward with more speed, trying to close the gap between them. It seemed to take forever but soon he was inching closer... ever closer to the golden hide. We will win this Flight! She will be mine! Vleyth roared within him, as his same thoughts collided through the bond. Faster! Higher! J'tir urged his dragon, his vision blurring as his dragons lust overtook him completely. His body urged him toward Peorray and he stopped resisting giving into his dragon.
J'tir burst from the hut, not bothering with shoes or any riding gear, and leapt onto his bronze. Settling himself for a quick ride was easy, and as soon as he was astride and stable, Vleyth launched himself into the night, heading straight for the feeding grounds where he knew the gold would be blooding her kills. No, take me to her rider first. he commanded, trying to steer the bronze from his immediate urges. Take me! he repeated, as the bronze made no move to obey. Through their link, the rider could feel the reluctance to obey in his dragon, and once more pressed his intent on his mount. Finally, Vleyth responded and banked away toward where the goldriders hut was likely located. He stopped himself short of the ground and let his rider off before spotting the golden queen rising into the night.
As soon as J'tir was freed from his dragons back, the bronze took off after the queen, quickly leaving the pair on the ground. The man could feel the urge to catch her, to rise high in the morning sky under the moon with the glowing gold. But he pushed that aside for the moment, he was only barely able to resist as he reached for the woman in her nightgown. Her hands were fisted at her sides, her skin (and he could see quite a bit of it) flushed with blood. "Stay with her," he whispered in her ear, seemingly seeing through his eyes as he stared at Wydrith not far ahead of him.
The dragons muscles ached with the strain from which he had taken off from the ground. His eyes roiled with rainbows of color as his thoughts focused solely on the golden queen who flew teasingly before him. His maneuverability increased as his muscles warmed and stretched, allowing him to press forward with more speed, trying to close the gap between them. It seemed to take forever but soon he was inching closer... ever closer to the golden hide. We will win this Flight! She will be mine! Vleyth roared within him, as his same thoughts collided through the bond. Faster! Higher! J'tir urged his dragon, his vision blurring as his dragons lust overtook him completely. His body urged him toward Peorray and he stopped resisting giving into his dragon.
