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!
10.Apr.13, 11:00 PM
A'liran's namesake landed on his shoulder, chirping in interesting and laying a paw on his nose and looking him square in the eyes before launching off his shoulder and disappearing among the people. B'run followed shortly after her disappearance, moving into the dining hall and somehow ignoring the people around him. He moved towards A'liran and claimed a seat beside the man, ignoring the few looks he was getting.
He wasn't wearing a shirt.
His back was a mess of scars and wounds that were nearly a sevenday old. Jisralna had slathered him in numbweed and bandages and he'd headed out once she was done, hoping to catch some time away from the women and talk to A'liran about a couple things. It had been a while since he'd seen his one male friend and he was desperate for testosterone in his life.
"Evenin'." He drawled, setting his plate down and giving a soft sigh as the swarm of firelizards jumped out of Between and claimed spots on the table, none being so daring as to perch on his shoulders just yet. Lovely crooned worriedly at him and he passed her a bit of meat, which set the others about squabbling. He scolded them into silence, fed them each a piece and let them chew on them while he shoved a mouthful into his own mouth.
"How ya been?" He was acting like nothing was odd, nothing at all. He wasn't just lashed fifteen times or had two women move in with him at once. Or find himself playing Father to a baby. Nope. Nothing strange going on here!
He wasn't wearing a shirt.
His back was a mess of scars and wounds that were nearly a sevenday old. Jisralna had slathered him in numbweed and bandages and he'd headed out once she was done, hoping to catch some time away from the women and talk to A'liran about a couple things. It had been a while since he'd seen his one male friend and he was desperate for testosterone in his life.
"Evenin'." He drawled, setting his plate down and giving a soft sigh as the swarm of firelizards jumped out of Between and claimed spots on the table, none being so daring as to perch on his shoulders just yet. Lovely crooned worriedly at him and he passed her a bit of meat, which set the others about squabbling. He scolded them into silence, fed them each a piece and let them chew on them while he shoved a mouthful into his own mouth.
"How ya been?" He was acting like nothing was odd, nothing at all. He wasn't just lashed fifteen times or had two women move in with him at once. Or find himself playing Father to a baby. Nope. Nothing strange going on here!
