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!
02.Dec.12, 09:03 AM
Aveleth shrieked.
The usually placid and very rarely vocal dragon's voice tore through the ears of those close to him as he sprung to his feet outside his rider's hut, eyes spinning viciously with heart felt terror. Around his head, Plague fluttered with high pitched chattering, the little green scolding the blue dragon for his rough awakening and his high strung emotions. Plague was always scolding Aveleth.
Z'ia! The young dragon's call was desperate, pathetically so, even for one such as Aveleth, who was known to be timid and jumpy. Z'ia! The additional wail wasn't left without response, as the bluerider appeared from nowhere, throwing himself at his dragon's face and hugging the distraught beast tightly. The entire body of the blue was shaking, trembling in terror as Ronarth screeched his unhappiness.
The sudden spiel from the great bronze dragon, threatening to kill, caused Aveleth to whimper in pure terror, assaulting Z'ia with heavy handed emotions of his fear, utterly terrified the bronze would come after them. Z'ia stroked Aveleth's face gently, cooing under his breath as his fingers played over head knobs and eye ridges. Plague had finally silenced herself, sitting on Z'ia's shoulder with her tail wrapped tightly around his neck. She was trembling a little from the second hand emotions relayed from Aveleth, but was calmed in contrast by Z'ia's determination to convince Aveleth that everything was fine. All would be well!
Tears tumbled down Z'ia's face, spurred by the horrified emotions his dragon was attempting to drown him in. The tiny bluerider paid them no heed as he purred and cooed reassurances to his life mate, slowly managing to calm the dragon. Z'ia breathed a breath of relief when Ronarth was finally silenced, pausing momentarily as he waited for the keening to begin - surely such a fit could only mean death was imminent! - but when it never came, Z'ia frowned, cuddling against Aveleth's face, and wondered what had gone wrong.
"Easy, Kiddo," Z'ia purred, neither voice nor stance giving away his wariness. "It's all going to be fine, I promise." The bluerider wasn't even sure whom he was reassuring, as he brushed curled hair and dried tears off his face. Something was very wrong.
The usually placid and very rarely vocal dragon's voice tore through the ears of those close to him as he sprung to his feet outside his rider's hut, eyes spinning viciously with heart felt terror. Around his head, Plague fluttered with high pitched chattering, the little green scolding the blue dragon for his rough awakening and his high strung emotions. Plague was always scolding Aveleth.
Z'ia! The young dragon's call was desperate, pathetically so, even for one such as Aveleth, who was known to be timid and jumpy. Z'ia! The additional wail wasn't left without response, as the bluerider appeared from nowhere, throwing himself at his dragon's face and hugging the distraught beast tightly. The entire body of the blue was shaking, trembling in terror as Ronarth screeched his unhappiness.
The sudden spiel from the great bronze dragon, threatening to kill, caused Aveleth to whimper in pure terror, assaulting Z'ia with heavy handed emotions of his fear, utterly terrified the bronze would come after them. Z'ia stroked Aveleth's face gently, cooing under his breath as his fingers played over head knobs and eye ridges. Plague had finally silenced herself, sitting on Z'ia's shoulder with her tail wrapped tightly around his neck. She was trembling a little from the second hand emotions relayed from Aveleth, but was calmed in contrast by Z'ia's determination to convince Aveleth that everything was fine. All would be well!
Tears tumbled down Z'ia's face, spurred by the horrified emotions his dragon was attempting to drown him in. The tiny bluerider paid them no heed as he purred and cooed reassurances to his life mate, slowly managing to calm the dragon. Z'ia breathed a breath of relief when Ronarth was finally silenced, pausing momentarily as he waited for the keening to begin - surely such a fit could only mean death was imminent! - but when it never came, Z'ia frowned, cuddling against Aveleth's face, and wondered what had gone wrong.
"Easy, Kiddo," Z'ia purred, neither voice nor stance giving away his wariness. "It's all going to be fine, I promise." The bluerider wasn't even sure whom he was reassuring, as he brushed curled hair and dried tears off his face. Something was very wrong.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
