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!
21.Sep.13, 02:42 AM
Gently was Nishkath's intent, his talons firm but light on her moss green hide but she did something he didn't expect. She turned and that just completely foiled her wings against his body. For one moment her rising paused and both brown and green seemed suspected in the air then she pushed away from him.
Nishkath didn't quite know how she managed to push away, reflex and instinct caused him to tighten his grip, his wings stilling their slow beat so he would drop closer to her. He felt his claws dig into her hide, the sent of ichor, heard her squeal, saw her teeth snap close to his face which he just managed to move out of reach.
It was her last resistance, he dipped his head forward and entwined his hneck around hers even as he locked hindquarters with her own, his long tail wrapping around her, the forked tip acting like a vice to hang into her own tail 'fingers'. Locked together he spread his wings, slowing their descent and making their joining last as long as possible.
O'wain backed Z'jan into the cliff face, knowing he had him. Even as Nishkath successfully caught Ghalath, O'wain caught Z'jan. His lips sought Z'jan's even as his body burned, pressed against him. The glutteral roar issuing from Z'jan's lips drowned by O'wain's lips pressing against them, his own growl rumbling deep in his chest.
A sharp pain in his ribs caused O'wain to back off a bit but he didn't stay away. No, he will have his prize, the burning flightlust was too hot, too powerful not to allow it to run it's course. O'wain doubted he could stip it even if he wanted to.
Fade Out.....
Nishkath didn't quite know how she managed to push away, reflex and instinct caused him to tighten his grip, his wings stilling their slow beat so he would drop closer to her. He felt his claws dig into her hide, the sent of ichor, heard her squeal, saw her teeth snap close to his face which he just managed to move out of reach.
It was her last resistance, he dipped his head forward and entwined his hneck around hers even as he locked hindquarters with her own, his long tail wrapping around her, the forked tip acting like a vice to hang into her own tail 'fingers'. Locked together he spread his wings, slowing their descent and making their joining last as long as possible.
O'wain backed Z'jan into the cliff face, knowing he had him. Even as Nishkath successfully caught Ghalath, O'wain caught Z'jan. His lips sought Z'jan's even as his body burned, pressed against him. The glutteral roar issuing from Z'jan's lips drowned by O'wain's lips pressing against them, his own growl rumbling deep in his chest.
A sharp pain in his ribs caused O'wain to back off a bit but he didn't stay away. No, he will have his prize, the burning flightlust was too hot, too powerful not to allow it to run it's course. O'wain doubted he could stip it even if he wanted to.
Fade Out.....
