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!
09.Sep.12, 03:58 AM
Z'ia's nose scrunched up into an irritable snarl at D'hys' words, the younger man's face inching forward to glare with hard, green eyes into D'hys' lying attempt at neutrality. "Neither will I." The words were almost spat, but not because he was displeased or upset. The events between that moment, and entering the hut were very satisfying. But he wasn't a little whore that D'hys could use as he pleased, and Z'ia didn't care how easily his friend could buck him off or toss him around the room. They were equals and it was damned fucking important that D'hys remember that. Especially - in Z'ia's opinion - at times like this where D'hys was so wrapped up in himself he forgot important things like Z'ia being a fellow human being, not a green hussy.
Z'ia leaned back out of his friend's face when D'hys' visibly calmed himself and closed his eyes. He didn't shift his hand or the pressure it was exerting, and his small body was coiled delicately for the moment D'hys might still decide to send him flying across the room. As he started speaking, Z'ia's lips pursed and his own features blanked out. The little bluerider brought forth his own carefully honed talent, painting his features in just the expression he wished to display.
"Hrmph." Was Z'ia's reply to D'hys' question. "That's pretty pathetic, man." The young rider's voice was dry as he withdrew his hand from D'hys' neck and sat back, crossing his arms lightly over his chest. He was still prepared for retaliation, but he was also amused and green eyes had brightened to display the emotion from under an arched left eyebrow.
"Anyone that blames a rider for putting their dragon first, is a fuckwhit - your sisters included." The other eyebrow arched up to join its partner. "Anyone that isn't pleased to see surviving family when that idiot finally takes us North again is an even bigger fuckwhit. Honestly." Z'ia leaned forward, staring at D'hys intently with a sly smirk on his lips. His arms uncrossed to press to the bed above both of D'hys' shoulders. "They'll undoubtedly hit you with their itty bitty fists and squawk and cry - but do you really think they will blame you?" Z'ia rolled his eyes.
"Honestly. You can be such a girl." His sly smirk never left his lips.
Z'ia leaned back out of his friend's face when D'hys' visibly calmed himself and closed his eyes. He didn't shift his hand or the pressure it was exerting, and his small body was coiled delicately for the moment D'hys might still decide to send him flying across the room. As he started speaking, Z'ia's lips pursed and his own features blanked out. The little bluerider brought forth his own carefully honed talent, painting his features in just the expression he wished to display.
"Hrmph." Was Z'ia's reply to D'hys' question. "That's pretty pathetic, man." The young rider's voice was dry as he withdrew his hand from D'hys' neck and sat back, crossing his arms lightly over his chest. He was still prepared for retaliation, but he was also amused and green eyes had brightened to display the emotion from under an arched left eyebrow.
"Anyone that blames a rider for putting their dragon first, is a fuckwhit - your sisters included." The other eyebrow arched up to join its partner. "Anyone that isn't pleased to see surviving family when that idiot finally takes us North again is an even bigger fuckwhit. Honestly." Z'ia leaned forward, staring at D'hys intently with a sly smirk on his lips. His arms uncrossed to press to the bed above both of D'hys' shoulders. "They'll undoubtedly hit you with their itty bitty fists and squawk and cry - but do you really think they will blame you?" Z'ia rolled his eyes.
"Honestly. You can be such a girl." His sly smirk never left his lips.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
