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!
13.Mar.14, 11:05 AM
Xyreith had been distracted all morning, to the point where he had not even put any time or effort into annoying Aradissicath – something he usually went well out of his way to do. He was antsy, with his wings ruffling at intervals and his tail tip twitching regularly. He’d refused to say what had him so worked up, which had left R’nya about as close to being a proddy greenrider as the dignified bronzerider was ever liable to be. A scowl had claimed the man’s features and his lips were pressed into a flat line, irritated glances being thrown at Xyreith regularly as R’nya tried to figure out a regime for his new wing.
Lunchtime was approaching, when Xyreith finally stood up, and stalked several steps before turning sitting, staring at Aradissicath, tail twitching and eyes hot with indecision. He stood up suddenly once more, and turned, flicking a wing outward before his attention was well and truly snatched away from his own internal debate. A rumble started low in his throat and rolled up and out as Mizeath shot to the pens and R’nya’s head lifting almost gave the bronzerider whiplash as Ameris’ screeching was heard.
Xyreith threw a last, wary, look at Aradissicath (though he would, of course, later claim it had been smug and assured) before leaping into the air; the bronze flew low and fast over the heads of the people going about their daily chores while R’nya flailed with great indignity to stand up, and put aside his things. His hands were covered in ink and he needed to put the sheets of paper away and Xyreith’s lust was making the edges of his vision blurry and unsteady. R’nya stumbled and leaned against the building, taking a deep breath and nodding when Rhaedalyn said something. He had a feeling that look on her face was not a positive thing, and the man was not keen on looking to see what Aradissicath made of the event.
Shaking his head, R’nya tried to clear his vision enough to set his feet in motion in the right direction: he had to find Ameris! Xyreith’s lust was hot and strong as the bronze landed outside the pens, waiting for Mizeath to lead them to the sky, but R’nya could feel the hesitation and the leery anticipation of the tantrum Aradissicath would be too proud to throw but Xyreith would learn all about. R’nya would have been terribly amused by the fact that his great, big hulking bronze was frightened of being in the bad books of the gold, but he was too busy shoving aside some idiot brownrider; why the fuck was everyone blocking the faranth be damned hallway?!
“MOVE!” R’nya’s voice was low and dangerous, the word chipped, as he gave a bluerider – what the fuck did a bluerider think they were doing, giving chase? – out of the way and promptly found the damned way blocked again. For the love of all things lost between! Xyreith gave a roar of fury at the blue in question, snarling threateningly, before taking off, slightly delayed, after Mizeath as the gold shot into the sky, the great bronze angling powerfully to regain the slight disadvantage he’d already put himself at.
Lunchtime was approaching, when Xyreith finally stood up, and stalked several steps before turning sitting, staring at Aradissicath, tail twitching and eyes hot with indecision. He stood up suddenly once more, and turned, flicking a wing outward before his attention was well and truly snatched away from his own internal debate. A rumble started low in his throat and rolled up and out as Mizeath shot to the pens and R’nya’s head lifting almost gave the bronzerider whiplash as Ameris’ screeching was heard.
Xyreith threw a last, wary, look at Aradissicath (though he would, of course, later claim it had been smug and assured) before leaping into the air; the bronze flew low and fast over the heads of the people going about their daily chores while R’nya flailed with great indignity to stand up, and put aside his things. His hands were covered in ink and he needed to put the sheets of paper away and Xyreith’s lust was making the edges of his vision blurry and unsteady. R’nya stumbled and leaned against the building, taking a deep breath and nodding when Rhaedalyn said something. He had a feeling that look on her face was not a positive thing, and the man was not keen on looking to see what Aradissicath made of the event.
Shaking his head, R’nya tried to clear his vision enough to set his feet in motion in the right direction: he had to find Ameris! Xyreith’s lust was hot and strong as the bronze landed outside the pens, waiting for Mizeath to lead them to the sky, but R’nya could feel the hesitation and the leery anticipation of the tantrum Aradissicath would be too proud to throw but Xyreith would learn all about. R’nya would have been terribly amused by the fact that his great, big hulking bronze was frightened of being in the bad books of the gold, but he was too busy shoving aside some idiot brownrider; why the fuck was everyone blocking the faranth be damned hallway?!
“MOVE!” R’nya’s voice was low and dangerous, the word chipped, as he gave a bluerider – what the fuck did a bluerider think they were doing, giving chase? – out of the way and promptly found the damned way blocked again. For the love of all things lost between! Xyreith gave a roar of fury at the blue in question, snarling threateningly, before taking off, slightly delayed, after Mizeath as the gold shot into the sky, the great bronze angling powerfully to regain the slight disadvantage he’d already put himself at.
