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!
04.Jan.13, 11:33 AM
Valerian was left unfazed by B’jin’s attitude and attacks on him and in fact found it amusing. The greenrider was usually as friendly as he needed to be and fairly relaxed and quiet so anytime he was seen proddy – from a far away safe distance – was quite the show. “I’m pretty sure even Benden could figure out what state you’re in right now. I’m surprised you aren’t already surrounded by every blue- and brownrider in Katila with how much of a shining beacon of proddiness you currently are.” As amused as he was, Valerian held onto his usual tone that often sounded like he was bored or uninterested in everything around him.
The sudden change in B’jin’s expression as he looked at him admittedly freaked Valerian out. That was creepy and just uncalled for! Neither of them wanted to be any closer than they already were and giving him such a look told Valerian he was walking on very thin ice and was about to get the shock of his life if he lingered too long. Naturally, his window of escape was narrowing with every second as Valerian watched the dragons interact and Larrikith’s sultry voice brushed against his mind. “Veeth, no! We discussed this. You will not chase Larrikith!” B’jin’s look of horror sent his way immediately after pleading with a lust-crazed blue dragon sent Valerian stumbling back several steps. This was never supposed to happen! It was something he feared, even from the moment he met B’jin and there hadn’t even been a clutch on the Sands yet.
Too late, though, was Valerian to jump on Veeth and keep him grounded or demand they go to the weyr as the little blue crooned at Larrikith as she took off and a moment later he was calling his interest to her with his own wings beating to send him airborne. Veeth was a beautiful flyer but right then Valerian thought it was the most horrifying sight and sign of doom that he had ever seen. As it always happened, the dragon’s lust was quickly affecting Valerian and his stumbling steps backwards reversed and began to close the distance between him and B’jin – the man that was currently both the object of his desires and the object most feared and his expression warred between both emotions.
Would R’nd and Ayyonth swoop in and save him like they had the last time? Would anyone else realise Larrikith was flying and beat his poor little dragon that had yet to win a chase despite the far too many he entered? Valerian already knew no one would come and he couldn’t figure out if he was happy or not. As always, his vision blurred as he took in the view of B’jin and Larrikith and while it didn’t make him nearly as nauseated after flights as it first had, he still didn’t have much control over it or distinguishing which emotion belonged to him. Then again, he wasn’t sure it was ever possible to tell dragon and rider apart in such moments and with another step closer to B’jin, Valerian decided it didn’t matter anyway when they both ended up rewarded.
“Oh… no…” Valerian sighed as that impending doom came closer as Veeth climbed to the highest heights with Larrikith, keeping close track of the little green. Veeth for his part was having fun like he always did even with the amount of determination that drove him after the first several losses and while Valerian was beginning to see only that fun and not the horror, he still almost apologised for ever coming to the beach and would have promised to never go again if he hadn’t suddenly lost his tongue and ended up staring wide-eyed at B’jin.
The sudden change in B’jin’s expression as he looked at him admittedly freaked Valerian out. That was creepy and just uncalled for! Neither of them wanted to be any closer than they already were and giving him such a look told Valerian he was walking on very thin ice and was about to get the shock of his life if he lingered too long. Naturally, his window of escape was narrowing with every second as Valerian watched the dragons interact and Larrikith’s sultry voice brushed against his mind. “Veeth, no! We discussed this. You will not chase Larrikith!” B’jin’s look of horror sent his way immediately after pleading with a lust-crazed blue dragon sent Valerian stumbling back several steps. This was never supposed to happen! It was something he feared, even from the moment he met B’jin and there hadn’t even been a clutch on the Sands yet.
Too late, though, was Valerian to jump on Veeth and keep him grounded or demand they go to the weyr as the little blue crooned at Larrikith as she took off and a moment later he was calling his interest to her with his own wings beating to send him airborne. Veeth was a beautiful flyer but right then Valerian thought it was the most horrifying sight and sign of doom that he had ever seen. As it always happened, the dragon’s lust was quickly affecting Valerian and his stumbling steps backwards reversed and began to close the distance between him and B’jin – the man that was currently both the object of his desires and the object most feared and his expression warred between both emotions.
Would R’nd and Ayyonth swoop in and save him like they had the last time? Would anyone else realise Larrikith was flying and beat his poor little dragon that had yet to win a chase despite the far too many he entered? Valerian already knew no one would come and he couldn’t figure out if he was happy or not. As always, his vision blurred as he took in the view of B’jin and Larrikith and while it didn’t make him nearly as nauseated after flights as it first had, he still didn’t have much control over it or distinguishing which emotion belonged to him. Then again, he wasn’t sure it was ever possible to tell dragon and rider apart in such moments and with another step closer to B’jin, Valerian decided it didn’t matter anyway when they both ended up rewarded.
“Oh… no…” Valerian sighed as that impending doom came closer as Veeth climbed to the highest heights with Larrikith, keeping close track of the little green. Veeth for his part was having fun like he always did even with the amount of determination that drove him after the first several losses and while Valerian was beginning to see only that fun and not the horror, he still almost apologised for ever coming to the beach and would have promised to never go again if he hadn’t suddenly lost his tongue and ended up staring wide-eyed at B’jin.
