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!
23.Oct.12, 06:36 AM
B'jin grunted, lashing out with an aimless kick as he was toppled to the floor, winding himself as he landed heavily flat on his back. The first breath he managed to suck in was sent exploding from his lips as S'kef's boot connected with his ribs, the greenrider's lips pulling back in a vicious snarl though there was no breath to it, as he fought to get the air back into his lungs.
The lust driven connection with his dragon had her fighting as hard as he - or was he fighting with her spirit? - as claws raked and teeth snapped on flesh, hissing between bared teeth and glaring through narrowed, unseeing eyes as the greenrider fought every move S'kef made with pent up fury for having his (Larrikith's) plan's foiled! This was not to be his win! It was never to be his win!
"Never!" It hissed between his lips, belated but vicious; the dual tone of S'kef and Tyrrisath was lost in the moment, but would return to haunt him, as they ever did. In the air, plummeting towards the earth, Larrikith spat vicious insults at the brown that had snatched her from her precious Veeth, the only one in the air that had been worthy of she!
The greenrider came to slowly, with a laziness that usually accompanied his Flights for the past Turn or more, since R'nd had started winning them regularly. Prior to then, the greenrider had been in a habit of snapping awake, throwing on his pants and fleeing, sometimes without even looking to see who had won his flight. Not that that was important, Larrikith would tell him the name of the blue, and he would avoid the rider for several weeks to make sure the other man (or very rare woman) wasn't interested in a repeat.
As consciousness caught up with him, however, B'jin became more aware of the aches, pains and the serious amount of wrong that was coming with it; R'nd had never made him feel so awful at waking. There was a sharp ache resonating through his chest with each indrawn breath, and a frown flickered over the hazy greenrider's features as his eyes slowly fought to open. There was, of course, only one answer to that. R'nd hadn't flown him -- R'nd hadn't even flown. B'jin's eyes flew open as he recalled the shocked, confused and pissed off expression on his lover's face as his dragon curled up lazily to watch the Flight. Why didn't Ayyonth chase?
I didn't want him to, Larrikith's voice was distinctly sulking, and barely above a whisper. B'jin became increasingly aware of the pain she was trying to shield from him, and he finally blinked, scowling to focus on the ceiling above him, watching as it swam for a moment before solidifying. Go see Tal, B'jin advised his dragon, still unsure who had won her flight but unwilling to let her sit around when she could be treated. I will be there in a moment. The young Master would be able to put numbweed on her hurts and make sure she was okay. B'jin was distinctly pleased their relationship had grown much more positive; they would get a little bonding in while he dug up his pants!
B'jin shifted subtly, preparing to get up and away; a groan escaped unhappy lips at the same moment brown eyes finally took the moment to focus on the other man curled up against him. B'jin's entire body stiffened, eyes widening dramatically as even his breath froze in his throat. S'kef was curled up against him, arm wrapped around his waist and B'jin wondered how he'd managed not to wake the brownrider - before he realised that he wasn't going anywhere without risk of waking the other man, and waking S'kef would be bad, so terribly bad! B'jin's entire body took to trembling in terror, but he otherwise remained frozen, still staring at S'kef's face with horror, hardly daring to breathe.
Memories past bombarded the man, and he lost himself in them, subconsciously thankful Larrikith's mind was otherwise preoccupied as she examined the level of damage Tyrrisath had left upon her.
The lust driven connection with his dragon had her fighting as hard as he - or was he fighting with her spirit? - as claws raked and teeth snapped on flesh, hissing between bared teeth and glaring through narrowed, unseeing eyes as the greenrider fought every move S'kef made with pent up fury for having his (Larrikith's) plan's foiled! This was not to be his win! It was never to be his win!
"Never!" It hissed between his lips, belated but vicious; the dual tone of S'kef and Tyrrisath was lost in the moment, but would return to haunt him, as they ever did. In the air, plummeting towards the earth, Larrikith spat vicious insults at the brown that had snatched her from her precious Veeth, the only one in the air that had been worthy of she!
~~~ Poor Jinny ~~~
The greenrider came to slowly, with a laziness that usually accompanied his Flights for the past Turn or more, since R'nd had started winning them regularly. Prior to then, the greenrider had been in a habit of snapping awake, throwing on his pants and fleeing, sometimes without even looking to see who had won his flight. Not that that was important, Larrikith would tell him the name of the blue, and he would avoid the rider for several weeks to make sure the other man (or very rare woman) wasn't interested in a repeat.
As consciousness caught up with him, however, B'jin became more aware of the aches, pains and the serious amount of wrong that was coming with it; R'nd had never made him feel so awful at waking. There was a sharp ache resonating through his chest with each indrawn breath, and a frown flickered over the hazy greenrider's features as his eyes slowly fought to open. There was, of course, only one answer to that. R'nd hadn't flown him -- R'nd hadn't even flown. B'jin's eyes flew open as he recalled the shocked, confused and pissed off expression on his lover's face as his dragon curled up lazily to watch the Flight. Why didn't Ayyonth chase?
I didn't want him to, Larrikith's voice was distinctly sulking, and barely above a whisper. B'jin became increasingly aware of the pain she was trying to shield from him, and he finally blinked, scowling to focus on the ceiling above him, watching as it swam for a moment before solidifying. Go see Tal, B'jin advised his dragon, still unsure who had won her flight but unwilling to let her sit around when she could be treated. I will be there in a moment. The young Master would be able to put numbweed on her hurts and make sure she was okay. B'jin was distinctly pleased their relationship had grown much more positive; they would get a little bonding in while he dug up his pants!
B'jin shifted subtly, preparing to get up and away; a groan escaped unhappy lips at the same moment brown eyes finally took the moment to focus on the other man curled up against him. B'jin's entire body stiffened, eyes widening dramatically as even his breath froze in his throat. S'kef was curled up against him, arm wrapped around his waist and B'jin wondered how he'd managed not to wake the brownrider - before he realised that he wasn't going anywhere without risk of waking the other man, and waking S'kef would be bad, so terribly bad! B'jin's entire body took to trembling in terror, but he otherwise remained frozen, still staring at S'kef's face with horror, hardly daring to breathe.
Memories past bombarded the man, and he lost himself in them, subconsciously thankful Larrikith's mind was otherwise preoccupied as she examined the level of damage Tyrrisath had left upon her.
