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.Mar.19, 06:58 AM
It was a common occurrence to wake up happy and satisfied since feelings were confessed and living arrangements changed—and Z’rin knew how silly it was for him to still feel that way and wonder how he of all people got so lucky—and he didn’t think anything out of the ordinary when he started to come back to consciousness. He had gone to bed curled up with N’mor and now he was waking beside the bronzerider and everything was normal and as it should be.
Except that it wasn’t, Z’rin soon discovered as he reached out to Varralath and found the blue radiating of smugness and sexual contentment. Their dragons got along well, but Z’rin had a feeling Rhezalth and Varralath weren’t suddenly taking after their riders and canoodling together. A glance to the body beside him showed the form of someone that was very much not his mate and there was a moment of relief that he hadn’t instinctually rolled over to spoon with N’mor and wake him with kisses down his neck and shoulder like he often did. That would have been a bit awkward! Although, Flights did make for good excuses when trying to explain odd behaviour.
Now to find out whom he was in bed with since Varralath was too busy ignoring him in favour of fawning over his green friend. Luckily he didn’t have to wait long to figure it out as his companion rolled over, likely just as curious as he was but probably more hesitant and worried to find out who had won. Z’rin never stopped feeling sorry for greenriders that didn’t have a steady winner and had to worry who would bed them and use them—some of their stories horrified him and made him extra thankful for the fat blue lump currently lounging somewhere.
It took a moment to focus on the face as a whole since his attention was caught entirely by the eyes framed in dark lashes that he couldn’t quite put a colour on thanks to the dim light of the room but figured hazel was a safe bet. When he focused outward a bit more, Z’rin realised he recognised the greenrider but they had yet to properly sit and chat. That was his own fault as he had a tendency to be a bit awkward and didn’t always know how to approach someone new. Landing in bed together because of their dragons was a great icebreaker, though!
“Uh, morning!” Z’rin grinned and was probably a bit too chipper for the situation but he was blaming it on equal parts that awkwardness of his and his happy dragon. Thankfully, Varralath also had a short attention span and while the dragon was happy and doing his own thing, the lust had subsided since the win so Z’rin found himself feeling rather in control for once. Losing was a horrible time that left him groggy, horny, and struggling to pay attention. They needed to do this winning thing more often if Varralath insisted on chasing.
“It’s F’drel, right?” They may not have properly met before but Z’rin tried to learn everyone’s name and face in case they had to work together or, with greens, a Flight took place. “I’m Z’rin. Uh, in case you didn’t know already.” He gave a sheepish chuckle and ran a hand through his tangled mop of hair. Sleep and then going right into a Flight likely did nothing for his hair and he’d be wincing later as he tried to brush it.
Except that it wasn’t, Z’rin soon discovered as he reached out to Varralath and found the blue radiating of smugness and sexual contentment. Their dragons got along well, but Z’rin had a feeling Rhezalth and Varralath weren’t suddenly taking after their riders and canoodling together. A glance to the body beside him showed the form of someone that was very much not his mate and there was a moment of relief that he hadn’t instinctually rolled over to spoon with N’mor and wake him with kisses down his neck and shoulder like he often did. That would have been a bit awkward! Although, Flights did make for good excuses when trying to explain odd behaviour.
Now to find out whom he was in bed with since Varralath was too busy ignoring him in favour of fawning over his green friend. Luckily he didn’t have to wait long to figure it out as his companion rolled over, likely just as curious as he was but probably more hesitant and worried to find out who had won. Z’rin never stopped feeling sorry for greenriders that didn’t have a steady winner and had to worry who would bed them and use them—some of their stories horrified him and made him extra thankful for the fat blue lump currently lounging somewhere.
It took a moment to focus on the face as a whole since his attention was caught entirely by the eyes framed in dark lashes that he couldn’t quite put a colour on thanks to the dim light of the room but figured hazel was a safe bet. When he focused outward a bit more, Z’rin realised he recognised the greenrider but they had yet to properly sit and chat. That was his own fault as he had a tendency to be a bit awkward and didn’t always know how to approach someone new. Landing in bed together because of their dragons was a great icebreaker, though!
“Uh, morning!” Z’rin grinned and was probably a bit too chipper for the situation but he was blaming it on equal parts that awkwardness of his and his happy dragon. Thankfully, Varralath also had a short attention span and while the dragon was happy and doing his own thing, the lust had subsided since the win so Z’rin found himself feeling rather in control for once. Losing was a horrible time that left him groggy, horny, and struggling to pay attention. They needed to do this winning thing more often if Varralath insisted on chasing.
“It’s F’drel, right?” They may not have properly met before but Z’rin tried to learn everyone’s name and face in case they had to work together or, with greens, a Flight took place. “I’m Z’rin. Uh, in case you didn’t know already.” He gave a sheepish chuckle and ran a hand through his tangled mop of hair. Sleep and then going right into a Flight likely did nothing for his hair and he’d be wincing later as he tried to brush it.
