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!
12.Nov.12, 09:09 AM
Z'ia loved it when Aveleth's favourites flew. The young man alone was more than lusty enough to help prompt his dragon into flying when he felt the need for a special type of tumble, even if it usually resulted in 'loser sex' with some random that he picked up (or, more regularly because of his diminutive height, picked him up). But he didn't really mind that; Aveleth just wasn't a very lusty dragon. Maybe someday he'd go find that Master Healer brat and see if he had some herbs he could feed his dragon. Aveleth with a sudden kick of raw lust would be great. So long as some green slut flew that day. It would be interesting if nothing did!
But that was neither here nor there as Z'ia pelted across the Weyr with a feral grin twisting his lips and the glint of dragonfed lust colouring dark green eyes. Aveleth had been filled with that single, twitching determination that settled over the creature whenever one of his favourites was going to take to the skies. A bit of poking at his dragon had revealed which one it was. Lazy gossip with D'hys had confirmed earlier that neither man nor dragon were likely to take after the slutty little minx and her rider; a bonus - Aveleth had been such a snot about chasing her for the past several months! A relaxing period A'liran was about to find crushingly destroyed.
Z'ia laughed wickedly as he threw himself bodily into the bathing houses. Oh, that bitch was so his!
He could practically smell him as he dashed after the greenrider, so smug and self assured that he was alone and safe. Z'ia snickered wickedly as he trotted through the main room, lost and hazy on lust but still able to pick up the random comments that were thrown at him by the bathing greens. Some of them tried to shoo him off in the wrong direction, but he knew this slut! He knew where he'd go! What he'd do! A'liran couldn't hide from him if he tried! Z'ia waved off the stupid green cunts that were going to get bombed by randy blue and brownriders at any moment (sluts!) and found the last door through which A'liran had gone.
Z'ia's breath hissed between his teeth as he felt the thrill of Aveleth capturing the green dragon, necks and tails twining as they fell from the sky. The bluerider fell against the door, pushing it open even as he stumbled into the room, eyes alighting on his prize struggling to care for himself on the floor-! Z'ia's breath hissed again and he pounced forward, grasping A'liran by both his wrists and slamming his hands above his head, pinning them down with one hand while his other took care of pants and obstacles. The open door was ignored; no one would bother them!
"Now now," He growled lowly, lips to A'liran's ear, teeth itching to bite. "Let's not be a selfish little slut!"
But that was neither here nor there as Z'ia pelted across the Weyr with a feral grin twisting his lips and the glint of dragonfed lust colouring dark green eyes. Aveleth had been filled with that single, twitching determination that settled over the creature whenever one of his favourites was going to take to the skies. A bit of poking at his dragon had revealed which one it was. Lazy gossip with D'hys had confirmed earlier that neither man nor dragon were likely to take after the slutty little minx and her rider; a bonus - Aveleth had been such a snot about chasing her for the past several months! A relaxing period A'liran was about to find crushingly destroyed.
Z'ia laughed wickedly as he threw himself bodily into the bathing houses. Oh, that bitch was so his!
He could practically smell him as he dashed after the greenrider, so smug and self assured that he was alone and safe. Z'ia snickered wickedly as he trotted through the main room, lost and hazy on lust but still able to pick up the random comments that were thrown at him by the bathing greens. Some of them tried to shoo him off in the wrong direction, but he knew this slut! He knew where he'd go! What he'd do! A'liran couldn't hide from him if he tried! Z'ia waved off the stupid green cunts that were going to get bombed by randy blue and brownriders at any moment (sluts!) and found the last door through which A'liran had gone.
Z'ia's breath hissed between his teeth as he felt the thrill of Aveleth capturing the green dragon, necks and tails twining as they fell from the sky. The bluerider fell against the door, pushing it open even as he stumbled into the room, eyes alighting on his prize struggling to care for himself on the floor-! Z'ia's breath hissed again and he pounced forward, grasping A'liran by both his wrists and slamming his hands above his head, pinning them down with one hand while his other took care of pants and obstacles. The open door was ignored; no one would bother them!
"Now now," He growled lowly, lips to A'liran's ear, teeth itching to bite. "Let's not be a selfish little slut!"
~ ~ ~ Z'ia is a meany ~ ~ ~
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
