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!
07.Dec.12, 09:13 AM
The flattery, while appreciated, didn’t earn the green a soft spot just yet. Zeianth knew perfectly well that he was a handsome dragon and many took note of his icy hide. One day, he thought it would be fun to lie in the snow like D’hys imagined for him. He would blend right in and be left undisturbed for a time. As we all do when it comes to our humans. Zeianth didn’t need to know anything about Astoreth and A’liran to know they would have the same sort of understanding that he had with D’hys. When it came to their bonded, anything went. It was shown in the way Astoreth acted on her own in sharing the day’s events without her rider’s permission but she would no doubt have a fit if he had bespoken A’liran with upsetting news. Such was the way of things.
Zeianth spoke no more on the matter as he watched the men interact, if it could truly be called that. One ate, one watched. They were an odd pair but the greenrider left D’hys intrigued and amused so whatever they saw as suitable forms of occupying time couldn’t truly be questioned. He did, however, snort aloud when A’liran tried to tell his female she better not be talking to D’hys again. Perhaps there was some merit to having the greenpair around; they did liven things up a bit.
D’hys listened in silence, making no attempt to reply to Astoreth as she tried to explain her actions; at least not until she mentioned a fear of being alone. His brow furrowed in thought, trying to figure out why a man so abused wouldn’t want some time alone afterward and why he decided to come to a bluerider that certainly didn’t hold a reputation of sickeningly sweet like R’nd. He supposed it was a safety issue. If someone had already left him in such a weakened state, who was to say another – or the same man – wouldn’t come along and use him further? It also made sense that D’hys was a good candidate for protection with his attention to his physical shape as well as already displaying interest in keeping A’liran in one piece.
That mystery had been solved but another cropped up almost immediately after. Why didn’t A’liran want anyone to know? Was it a pride issue? That seemed like it would be part of the equation but he’d still have to show himself to the population with the next day or so given routines and there wasn’t a way he’d be able to hide what had been done to him. The other half of the equation was obviously Z’ia but for what reason? There was a chance it was a fear of Z’ia that kept A’liran from having people know too much since his friend might punish the greenrider further for any trouble placed upon him. There was also a chance that A’liran wanted to blackmail Z’ia or even him by pointing out he could always go to D’ren – though the word of a greenrider against two blueriders never stood well. The only other option D’hys could think of was that A’liran liked being roughed up and the encounters with Z’ia regardless of how far the other man took things. Of course, the only way to know anything for certain was to either go the easy route and get the information from Astoreth or see what A’liran was willing to share.
“Why wouldn’t you want this reported and more importantly,” D’hys stood and moved to stand before A’liran. He leaned forward, placing both hands on the armrests of the chair which gave off the illusion of trapping the injured man though nothing else in D’hys’ stance gave off any true sense of danger as his posture was fairly relaxed, “why did you think coming to me when you didn’t want to be alone was the best idea?”
Zeianth spoke no more on the matter as he watched the men interact, if it could truly be called that. One ate, one watched. They were an odd pair but the greenrider left D’hys intrigued and amused so whatever they saw as suitable forms of occupying time couldn’t truly be questioned. He did, however, snort aloud when A’liran tried to tell his female she better not be talking to D’hys again. Perhaps there was some merit to having the greenpair around; they did liven things up a bit.
D’hys listened in silence, making no attempt to reply to Astoreth as she tried to explain her actions; at least not until she mentioned a fear of being alone. His brow furrowed in thought, trying to figure out why a man so abused wouldn’t want some time alone afterward and why he decided to come to a bluerider that certainly didn’t hold a reputation of sickeningly sweet like R’nd. He supposed it was a safety issue. If someone had already left him in such a weakened state, who was to say another – or the same man – wouldn’t come along and use him further? It also made sense that D’hys was a good candidate for protection with his attention to his physical shape as well as already displaying interest in keeping A’liran in one piece.
That mystery had been solved but another cropped up almost immediately after. Why didn’t A’liran want anyone to know? Was it a pride issue? That seemed like it would be part of the equation but he’d still have to show himself to the population with the next day or so given routines and there wasn’t a way he’d be able to hide what had been done to him. The other half of the equation was obviously Z’ia but for what reason? There was a chance it was a fear of Z’ia that kept A’liran from having people know too much since his friend might punish the greenrider further for any trouble placed upon him. There was also a chance that A’liran wanted to blackmail Z’ia or even him by pointing out he could always go to D’ren – though the word of a greenrider against two blueriders never stood well. The only other option D’hys could think of was that A’liran liked being roughed up and the encounters with Z’ia regardless of how far the other man took things. Of course, the only way to know anything for certain was to either go the easy route and get the information from Astoreth or see what A’liran was willing to share.
“Why wouldn’t you want this reported and more importantly,” D’hys stood and moved to stand before A’liran. He leaned forward, placing both hands on the armrests of the chair which gave off the illusion of trapping the injured man though nothing else in D’hys’ stance gave off any true sense of danger as his posture was fairly relaxed, “why did you think coming to me when you didn’t want to be alone was the best idea?”
