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.Feb.12, 11:38 PM
His life was over.
Okay, so it wasn't the laying-flat-over-the-edge-of-the-bed-with-blood-dripping-from-his-antagonostic-but-oddly-nice-lips death... but it was close. He felt as if the roof over his head had suddenly caved down on top of him, or better yet, some past lover walking up to him and punching him in the face. It was an odd mixture of a wake-up call and the dull ring of impending doom. Both were equally horrible on their own, but put them together and they were catastrophic. If he was prone to panic attacks, he'd be having a full-fledged one right now. If he was prone to random suicide attempts, he'd have kicked a dragon in the shin and called it a wherry. If he was prone to the idea of running away, which he was, he would do it... but that was also a suicide attempt. So, he remained in place.
It wasn't a great place to be in.
Erisi was in the Candidate Barracks, and more exactly standing right outside his room. If he went in, he'd probably never come out, not unless they tempted him with a great piece of manflesh or physically carried him out. "I can't believe this," he groaned. Running a hand through his thick hair, he looked around himself for any feasible excuse to get take his mind off the fact that the wherry of a Gold had clutched.
He wasn't a juvenile, he knew what happened when dragons got all hot and sweaty, but he had held his hopes up for some devastating tragedy. Oh, no, our precious Gold flew herself right into a tree! All eighteen precious eggs exploded out of her abdomen to reveal white bug-eyed monstrosities that ate every dragonrider in sight! Those poor Candidates, they have no dragons to Impress, and very few dragonriders left to take after! The tragedy!
It would have been a dream come true. Erisi would have cried tears of joy instead of ones of panic. He almost did cry, but Erisi prided himself on keeping control over his emotions. So, he pouted, an upset, almost broody pout. Erisi doubted there could be anything done to keep those eggs from Hatching now. He was going to have to Stand, and if he Impressed he really would kill himself on the spot. He hated the idea of Impressing because that was what they wanted. Sharding dragonriders. Maybe it was time for a revolution. There had been rumors, of course, but Erisi didn't think they really had any solid backing.
Perhaps it was time to give those rumors just that.
But... maybe not. Candidate Isle was a horrible place of heat and sunshine. "Anyone want to Stand for me?" No takers? Well, that wasn't surprising.
Okay, so it wasn't the laying-flat-over-the-edge-of-the-bed-with-blood-dripping-from-his-antagonostic-but-oddly-nice-lips death... but it was close. He felt as if the roof over his head had suddenly caved down on top of him, or better yet, some past lover walking up to him and punching him in the face. It was an odd mixture of a wake-up call and the dull ring of impending doom. Both were equally horrible on their own, but put them together and they were catastrophic. If he was prone to panic attacks, he'd be having a full-fledged one right now. If he was prone to random suicide attempts, he'd have kicked a dragon in the shin and called it a wherry. If he was prone to the idea of running away, which he was, he would do it... but that was also a suicide attempt. So, he remained in place.
It wasn't a great place to be in.
Erisi was in the Candidate Barracks, and more exactly standing right outside his room. If he went in, he'd probably never come out, not unless they tempted him with a great piece of manflesh or physically carried him out. "I can't believe this," he groaned. Running a hand through his thick hair, he looked around himself for any feasible excuse to get take his mind off the fact that the wherry of a Gold had clutched.
He wasn't a juvenile, he knew what happened when dragons got all hot and sweaty, but he had held his hopes up for some devastating tragedy. Oh, no, our precious Gold flew herself right into a tree! All eighteen precious eggs exploded out of her abdomen to reveal white bug-eyed monstrosities that ate every dragonrider in sight! Those poor Candidates, they have no dragons to Impress, and very few dragonriders left to take after! The tragedy!
It would have been a dream come true. Erisi would have cried tears of joy instead of ones of panic. He almost did cry, but Erisi prided himself on keeping control over his emotions. So, he pouted, an upset, almost broody pout. Erisi doubted there could be anything done to keep those eggs from Hatching now. He was going to have to Stand, and if he Impressed he really would kill himself on the spot. He hated the idea of Impressing because that was what they wanted. Sharding dragonriders. Maybe it was time for a revolution. There had been rumors, of course, but Erisi didn't think they really had any solid backing.
Perhaps it was time to give those rumors just that.
But... maybe not. Candidate Isle was a horrible place of heat and sunshine. "Anyone want to Stand for me?" No takers? Well, that wasn't surprising.
