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!
04.Apr.19, 11:48 AM
Varralath wasn’t the smartest blue dragon around and his attention was easily snatched up by one shiny thing to the next, but even he knew that blues didn’t chase golds. Still, there was something about this Flight that caught his attention more than any others that had happened in his short life. Mostly, it was thanks to the humans’ reactions. He could hear people around the Weyr near his own weyr—why did they call both the small homes and the large home the same thing? He asked Z’rin once but even his rider was baffled by that—were excited that the petite gold was finally flying and he heard T’ryn screaming at Syrendryth that he didn’t want to chase but it didn’t seem like the quiet bronze cared. Most importantly, though, was the reaction of Z’rin and N’mor.
N’mor didn’t care about gold Flights in general but he seemed even less enthused about this one as he did his best to come across unconcerned about it all. Z’rin was being his usual silly self, teasing his mate about the Flight and stating he’d watch on the ledge cheering Rhezalth on, knowing N’mor didn’t like women so he hated the idea of Flights. But he also wanted to show he was serious about Flights being an okay and natural part of their relationship. Their dragons had needs as well and he’d never get upset over them, even if N’mor won. Varralath felt some shame after winning Halomirth’s not too long ago but the happy couple didn’t seem to have any issues with it and he had continued to visit the friendly green from time to time.
Perhaps it was the teasing Z’rin was doing and the conversation he was quietly having with Rhezalth to urge the bronze to chase anyway since even Syrendryth was and it was fun picking on N’mor, that Varralath decided to throw traditions and expectations off the ledge. He got to his feet and stretched much like a feline after a good nap and ambled over to the ledge. Well, I can’t let the bronzes and browns have all the fun! Besides, our riders are a bit too smug with the teasing and belief they’re fine. Besides, Thallyath does shine bright, Varralath tossed out the last comment as he tracked the gold’s movement across the sky. He realised he preferred the various shades of green better but he couldn’t deny the way gold sparkled and drew the eye as he took off to give chase.
Z’rin was still laughing from the playful banter he had going with N’mor when he shivered with the wave of lust running through him. “I’ll never get used to the lust the golds stir up being as powerful as the emotions you stir in me.” Grinning with wicked intent clear in his expression Z’rin wrapped his arms around N’mor’s waist to pull him in for a kiss—a kiss that never was as he froze in the action.
“Varr? What are you doing?” The sudden tilt of the world and blurry vision were always the next things he experienced after the lust started burning in his veins when Varralath chose to give chase. But that had to be a mistake this time. No way would his dragon chase a gold and a green certainly wouldn’t give into her desires and attempt flying when Thallyath dominated the sky.
“He’s chasing. My damned blue dragon is chasing a gold! Son of a—” everything around him started to grow fuzzier as his vision tunneled and he only saw Casa and Thallyath as his immediate concern. He needed to go, he had to find Casa and show his worth and win her favour… but there was a warm body already in his arms and a conflicted Z’rin licked his lips as he struggled with his urges.
N’mor didn’t care about gold Flights in general but he seemed even less enthused about this one as he did his best to come across unconcerned about it all. Z’rin was being his usual silly self, teasing his mate about the Flight and stating he’d watch on the ledge cheering Rhezalth on, knowing N’mor didn’t like women so he hated the idea of Flights. But he also wanted to show he was serious about Flights being an okay and natural part of their relationship. Their dragons had needs as well and he’d never get upset over them, even if N’mor won. Varralath felt some shame after winning Halomirth’s not too long ago but the happy couple didn’t seem to have any issues with it and he had continued to visit the friendly green from time to time.
Perhaps it was the teasing Z’rin was doing and the conversation he was quietly having with Rhezalth to urge the bronze to chase anyway since even Syrendryth was and it was fun picking on N’mor, that Varralath decided to throw traditions and expectations off the ledge. He got to his feet and stretched much like a feline after a good nap and ambled over to the ledge. Well, I can’t let the bronzes and browns have all the fun! Besides, our riders are a bit too smug with the teasing and belief they’re fine. Besides, Thallyath does shine bright, Varralath tossed out the last comment as he tracked the gold’s movement across the sky. He realised he preferred the various shades of green better but he couldn’t deny the way gold sparkled and drew the eye as he took off to give chase.
Z’rin was still laughing from the playful banter he had going with N’mor when he shivered with the wave of lust running through him. “I’ll never get used to the lust the golds stir up being as powerful as the emotions you stir in me.” Grinning with wicked intent clear in his expression Z’rin wrapped his arms around N’mor’s waist to pull him in for a kiss—a kiss that never was as he froze in the action.
“Varr? What are you doing?” The sudden tilt of the world and blurry vision were always the next things he experienced after the lust started burning in his veins when Varralath chose to give chase. But that had to be a mistake this time. No way would his dragon chase a gold and a green certainly wouldn’t give into her desires and attempt flying when Thallyath dominated the sky.
“He’s chasing. My damned blue dragon is chasing a gold! Son of a—” everything around him started to grow fuzzier as his vision tunneled and he only saw Casa and Thallyath as his immediate concern. He needed to go, he had to find Casa and show his worth and win her favour… but there was a warm body already in his arms and a conflicted Z’rin licked his lips as he struggled with his urges.
