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!
04.Apr.12, 07:33 AM
Saquith's body rippled with delight and excitement when Ilveriath approved of his idea. The mental embrace made him croon softly, barely audible over the wind. N'gelt frowned at his Brown as both the dragons evened out with their flights. The pause was ominous and he didn't like how it felt. "I don't think…" Whatever was left of N'gelt's sentence abandoned him as Ilveriath pivoted and yanked I'shan about in a tight pivot. His eyes narrowed as he watched the Blue perform agile manoeuvres that he could only dream of Saquith performing. This had an oddly orchestrated feeling to it.
Ilveriath levelled, with Saquith offering a joyous bugle to his friend. N'gelt frowned, about to call out to see if I'shan was alright after his squealing. Saquith wouldn't have a bar of it though, apparently.
Well done! Beat this!
Saquith let out a challenging bellow, pumping his wings powerfully to gain height. At the peak of one of his wing sweeps he pulled his wings in sharply to his body. There was a moment of stillness as the Brown hung in the air, N'gelt felt his heart rising into his throat and his stomach twisting into knots. He didn't have the presence of mind to scold or attempt to halt his dragon's incoming antics.
They fell. Like the heavy boulder that he flew like, Saquith dropped as hard and as fast as he could. He dipped he head down, falling like a bird of prey. His wing flicked out, mimicking the corkscrew that Ilveriath had performed. It wasn't tight like the Blue's, but it was just as fast, if not faster from his weight.
Wind was whipping by too fast for him to hear anything, but N'gelt felt it.
Snap!
There was a more serious downside to not partaking in joy flights more often, which N'gelt was now experiencing as he felt his body floating away from Saquith's neck. The leathers, ill-cared for, were wearing thin and when strained by Saquith's acrobatics had snapped. N'gelt looked down, not sure what was happening. Was this the slow-motion people talked about when they say their lives flashed before their eyes in near-death experiences? But he wasn't seeing his life. Instead he was seeing Saquith, spiralling down, down, down…
Down!
He wasn't floating, he was falling! This reality slammed into N'gelt as if he had hit the earth, sending him reeling. "SAQUITH!" He screamed. Fear, horror, terror… Every type and form of fear pulsed through his body as he watched his lifemate diving rapidly away from him.
Saquith felt the fear throb into his mind, which he trilled in response to. It was much stronger than what Ilveriath had sent along to him! He flicked his wing shut, dropping for a moment before he flared the other and wound into a corkscrew in the opposite direction. It was too late when his rider's voice reached him, the sound of pure, unadulterated terror. His wings flared as wide as possible as he flapped madly, his head reeling upwards to watch N'gelt fall. The terror he felt gripped Saquith, his mind stuttering as he hung in the air. The Brown was falling as well now, though his wings were at least steadying his decent as he gazed with white eyes at N'gelt.
Help…
A sole, quiet whispered plea was uttered to both Ilveriath and I'shan.
Ilveriath levelled, with Saquith offering a joyous bugle to his friend. N'gelt frowned, about to call out to see if I'shan was alright after his squealing. Saquith wouldn't have a bar of it though, apparently.
Well done! Beat this!
Saquith let out a challenging bellow, pumping his wings powerfully to gain height. At the peak of one of his wing sweeps he pulled his wings in sharply to his body. There was a moment of stillness as the Brown hung in the air, N'gelt felt his heart rising into his throat and his stomach twisting into knots. He didn't have the presence of mind to scold or attempt to halt his dragon's incoming antics.
They fell. Like the heavy boulder that he flew like, Saquith dropped as hard and as fast as he could. He dipped he head down, falling like a bird of prey. His wing flicked out, mimicking the corkscrew that Ilveriath had performed. It wasn't tight like the Blue's, but it was just as fast, if not faster from his weight.
Wind was whipping by too fast for him to hear anything, but N'gelt felt it.
Snap!
There was a more serious downside to not partaking in joy flights more often, which N'gelt was now experiencing as he felt his body floating away from Saquith's neck. The leathers, ill-cared for, were wearing thin and when strained by Saquith's acrobatics had snapped. N'gelt looked down, not sure what was happening. Was this the slow-motion people talked about when they say their lives flashed before their eyes in near-death experiences? But he wasn't seeing his life. Instead he was seeing Saquith, spiralling down, down, down…
Down!
He wasn't floating, he was falling! This reality slammed into N'gelt as if he had hit the earth, sending him reeling. "SAQUITH!" He screamed. Fear, horror, terror… Every type and form of fear pulsed through his body as he watched his lifemate diving rapidly away from him.
Saquith felt the fear throb into his mind, which he trilled in response to. It was much stronger than what Ilveriath had sent along to him! He flicked his wing shut, dropping for a moment before he flared the other and wound into a corkscrew in the opposite direction. It was too late when his rider's voice reached him, the sound of pure, unadulterated terror. His wings flared as wide as possible as he flapped madly, his head reeling upwards to watch N'gelt fall. The terror he felt gripped Saquith, his mind stuttering as he hung in the air. The Brown was falling as well now, though his wings were at least steadying his decent as he gazed with white eyes at N'gelt.
Help…
A sole, quiet whispered plea was uttered to both Ilveriath and I'shan.
