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!
06.Nov.13, 11:40 AM
“Well, you threw mine out the window!” Z’ia’s voice was a magnificent combination of woeful dismay, and childish whine as he stared at A’liran indignantly. “I can’t run around naked!” Well, he could, but he wasn’t going to! The fact that A’liran would know that, and that he’d know Z’ia was stealing his clothes just to fuck with him was probably the best part of the entire situation – especially since A’liran had so clearly brought about the scenario himself by tossing Z’ia’s nice pants out the window like they were guilty of stinking or something. Z’ia took meticulous care of his clothing and they were going to be dirty now, and crinkled and probably stained by A’liran’s nasty fingers. It took a lot of self control (and the shadow of someone passing by) for Z’ia not to snap and smash a fist into A’liran’s face for practically ruining his clothing as he lingered too long on that thought.
Besides; It was better not to let A’liran know Z’ia treasured his clothing as much as R’nd. The last thing he needed was the green whore going out of his way to actively ruin Z’ia’s clothing! It was much too precious, the situations at Katila completely forgone!
“I think I look quite fetching, actually,” Z’ia purred sweetly instead, fluttering his lashes as he posed in a playful and seductive manner, flashing a bright grin at A’liran like he was an appreciative audience and not actually interested in slaughtering the tiny bluerider.Astoreth stirs, the blue dragon’s quiet tone whispered into the edges of Z’ia’s mind and the bluerider paused for a second, just before A’liran was suddenly on his feet and Z’ia’s position took up a more ready stance, clearly expecting trouble and wanting to be ready to defend himself.
Stupid slut needs to learn to control his whore dragon, Z’ia snorted, ignoring Aveleth’s disdain at Astoreth being so harshly judged as the young blue uncurled from where he’d been curled up peacefully, and watched Astoreth warily. She’d been known to attack him as her rider attacked his own, and Aveleth was never sure if he were friend or enemy to the green, or how long he would be one or the other. She switched between sides as easily as she chopped and changed emotions.
“Then you really shouldn’t have thrown my pants out the window!” Z’ia responded, his voice entirely exasperated as he stared at A’liran in blatant puzzlement. “Where is my shirt? I’m not running around half naked, either!” Really, this route was far too much fun, and it was taking a lot of Z’ia’s natural talent not to crack up laughing at the way A’liran was reacting.
Besides; It was better not to let A’liran know Z’ia treasured his clothing as much as R’nd. The last thing he needed was the green whore going out of his way to actively ruin Z’ia’s clothing! It was much too precious, the situations at Katila completely forgone!
“I think I look quite fetching, actually,” Z’ia purred sweetly instead, fluttering his lashes as he posed in a playful and seductive manner, flashing a bright grin at A’liran like he was an appreciative audience and not actually interested in slaughtering the tiny bluerider.
Stupid slut needs to learn to control his whore dragon, Z’ia snorted, ignoring Aveleth’s disdain at Astoreth being so harshly judged as the young blue uncurled from where he’d been curled up peacefully, and watched Astoreth warily. She’d been known to attack him as her rider attacked his own, and Aveleth was never sure if he were friend or enemy to the green, or how long he would be one or the other. She switched between sides as easily as she chopped and changed emotions.
“Then you really shouldn’t have thrown my pants out the window!” Z’ia responded, his voice entirely exasperated as he stared at A’liran in blatant puzzlement. “Where is my shirt? I’m not running around half naked, either!” Really, this route was far too much fun, and it was taking a lot of Z’ia’s natural talent not to crack up laughing at the way A’liran was reacting.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
