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!
18.Mar.12, 03:00 AM
With its fiery sister headed off the sands, the Hate Me Love Me Hatchling crooned ever so softly, its eyes slowly turning green. Suddenly it jumped up, darting out into the Candidates. Its nose was thrust left and right into legs and stomachs, somewhat forceful but not enough to cause any sort of pain. Touching Razzah it froze, everything about it completely still. Creeling it flopped to the ground, curling up pitifully beside the man. A female Candidate called out to the hatchling, trying to convince it to get up and keep searching. It raised its head, staring at her. An Impression? The hatchling jumped up, awkwardly cantering forward to her. But it didn't stop, instead pushed her aside to stare at Dogul. The disgusting man, finger in nose, froze just as the hatchling had, staring at the twin rainbows glowing at him. "What do you mean, you don't want meat? Glieseth you need to eat! Wait… now you want meat? I, I… oh you silly thing." His words made it clear that this was a very indecisive dragon. Rather apt it seemed.
Staring at Glieseth, the Thrice Born Hatchling gave a little nod, content that its sister had Impressed safely. Standing, it shook itself off, giving the Terror Of The Skies Hatchling a little hiss for getting in its way. Throwing its snout in the air it stalked off again, returning to the loose circle of Candidates in the exact place it had left them. Green eyes narrowed, it sniffed at each Candidate's hands before moving off and deciding they simply weren't worth the time. Reaching the pool of blood that had come from Indivara it curled its lips back, hissing and stepping around it as if it might be poisonous. Sniffing a male it growled at him, giving him a flick with its wing, something, Faranth knows what, was displeasing about him. Spying another beside the displeasing one, it pounced forward, crouched down much like a feline preparing to pounce. Bugling it leapt forward, landing on the Candidate's chest and kneading their chest. The claws didn't pierce the robes, though they threatened to. It looked to the side, eyes flashing rainbow as it took in the Candidate beside the one it now perched on. A long, thin whippy tail reached out and wrapped around their legs. Wait, who did it Impress?
Aghast at now being the only hatchling left on the sands, the Terror Of The Skies Hatchling bolted forward, an awful-sounding shriek ripping from its tiny lungs. It beelined to a group of male Candidates where Farlint was attempting to try and stay within reach of the clutch, but the hatchling wasn't going for him. Creeling it collided with Tirydin's leg, curling and wrapping itself thoroughly around it. Tirydin's eyes were wide as he stared at the hatchling's, before reaching down to stroke its head soothingly. "Hey there little bud, it's okay. Terth, that's a great name! Let's get you some food." Tirydin cooed softly to the fearful hatchling.
There is now a 15 minute break with no hatchlings on the sands.
Decide Another Day Green Glieseth to Dogul
Staring at Glieseth, the Thrice Born Hatchling gave a little nod, content that its sister had Impressed safely. Standing, it shook itself off, giving the Terror Of The Skies Hatchling a little hiss for getting in its way. Throwing its snout in the air it stalked off again, returning to the loose circle of Candidates in the exact place it had left them. Green eyes narrowed, it sniffed at each Candidate's hands before moving off and deciding they simply weren't worth the time. Reaching the pool of blood that had come from Indivara it curled its lips back, hissing and stepping around it as if it might be poisonous. Sniffing a male it growled at him, giving him a flick with its wing, something, Faranth knows what, was displeasing about him. Spying another beside the displeasing one, it pounced forward, crouched down much like a feline preparing to pounce. Bugling it leapt forward, landing on the Candidate's chest and kneading their chest. The claws didn't pierce the robes, though they threatened to. It looked to the side, eyes flashing rainbow as it took in the Candidate beside the one it now perched on. A long, thin whippy tail reached out and wrapped around their legs. Wait, who did it Impress?
Reigning Blades Green Charath to Erisi
Aghast at now being the only hatchling left on the sands, the Terror Of The Skies Hatchling bolted forward, an awful-sounding shriek ripping from its tiny lungs. It beelined to a group of male Candidates where Farlint was attempting to try and stay within reach of the clutch, but the hatchling wasn't going for him. Creeling it collided with Tirydin's leg, curling and wrapping itself thoroughly around it. Tirydin's eyes were wide as he stared at the hatchling's, before reaching down to stroke its head soothingly. "Hey there little bud, it's okay. Terth, that's a great name! Let's get you some food." Tirydin cooed softly to the fearful hatchling.
Old Ruins Blue Terth to Tirydin
There is now a 15 minute break with no hatchlings on the sands.
