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!
11.Aug.19, 06:03 PM
The death of the green couldn't be seen as unexpected. Dandi had the expectation as soon as the weak dragonet had pulled herself from her shell. It was heart wrenching and sad and a few keens could be heard. He shook his head as he watched, confused as to why Thallyath wouldn't let anyone take the body away. Insisting they leave it instead. Dandior frowned as he shuffled his feet, watching one of the candidates storm off, Kordiavis it looked liked. His feet moved towards Mylorah as she buckled and cried, stilling his feet with Kordiavis went to her instead.
Blue eyes sought the eggs again and watched cracks and holes appear in another egg. What would come out of this one? Would something like the green happen again? Would a poor sod hatch and die? For a moment Dandior thought that Kordiavis had the right of it. Move off the sands and wait for another clutch. But would another clutch make the difference? What if Ista was cursed now? What if all the clutches were terrible and weak and laid only to die. What if it didn't matter that the sire was bronze or brown or blue? All the clutches were cursed now. A dark body slithered from a broken shell, the dragonet so dark Dandior squinted to try to see what it was. He didn't know if he should backpedal, take himself away from the possibility of this broken creature impressing to him.
But he didn't have to. Misharan. The dragon went to Misharan and Dandior heaved a sigh of relief. He should have stayed in his room.
Blue eyes sought the eggs again and watched cracks and holes appear in another egg. What would come out of this one? Would something like the green happen again? Would a poor sod hatch and die? For a moment Dandior thought that Kordiavis had the right of it. Move off the sands and wait for another clutch. But would another clutch make the difference? What if Ista was cursed now? What if all the clutches were terrible and weak and laid only to die. What if it didn't matter that the sire was bronze or brown or blue? All the clutches were cursed now. A dark body slithered from a broken shell, the dragonet so dark Dandior squinted to try to see what it was. He didn't know if he should backpedal, take himself away from the possibility of this broken creature impressing to him.
But he didn't have to. Misharan. The dragon went to Misharan and Dandior heaved a sigh of relief. He should have stayed in his room.
