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!
09.Feb.12, 03:45 AM
They came, they followed, they watched and they wanted. Good! Larrikith snarled at a brown, who made a swipe at her and she twisted away, catching an updraft and shooting skywards once more, her eyes dark with lust as she found she had no desire to undergo a long flight. But that was not unusual and Larrikith was known for her shorter flights. Fly high, fly hard, and fly fast -- pick a winner before they were even aware of what was going on! She twisted, and spun under Ronarth with a daring move, letting her wingtips brush his as she streaked past the larger, heavier dragon. As she passed him, she twisted around, catching another draft that sent her flying backwards and she crashed bodily into the larger blue that had been following her tail. A deep rumble of displeasure was ended before it had a chance to begin, as necks entwined and she allowed the blue to dictate their flight.
"D'ren?" B'jin blinked, a shiver travelling his spine as he stared at his Weyrleader in surprise, the emotion overwhelming the flight lust for the moment and leaving the greenrider wondering what in Faranth's name D'ren was doing in the crowed that made up Larri's perusers - B'jin's eyes winded as he realised the bronze chasing her must be Ronarth and he backed away from D'ren hurriedly, and right into the brownrider the same time the man spoke. B'jin shifted his gaze from D'ren's own, to stare at N'gelt with disdain, a growl rumbling in his chest even as R'nd swept in, shoving N'gelt aside. Sanity, and worry, were thrown to the wind as the bluerider claimed him, and B'jin fought for a moment, arm muscles bunched to push against the younger man's chest, before he gave in, Larri's mind claiming his own once more. Standing taller, B'jin's arms slid up R'nd's chest to wrap around the taller man's neck, jerking his taller height down and making the bluerider's mouth much more accessible.
Welcome to the winner's circle.
"D'ren?" B'jin blinked, a shiver travelling his spine as he stared at his Weyrleader in surprise, the emotion overwhelming the flight lust for the moment and leaving the greenrider wondering what in Faranth's name D'ren was doing in the crowed that made up Larri's perusers - B'jin's eyes winded as he realised the bronze chasing her must be Ronarth and he backed away from D'ren hurriedly, and right into the brownrider the same time the man spoke. B'jin shifted his gaze from D'ren's own, to stare at N'gelt with disdain, a growl rumbling in his chest even as R'nd swept in, shoving N'gelt aside. Sanity, and worry, were thrown to the wind as the bluerider claimed him, and B'jin fought for a moment, arm muscles bunched to push against the younger man's chest, before he gave in, Larri's mind claiming his own once more. Standing taller, B'jin's arms slid up R'nd's chest to wrap around the taller man's neck, jerking his taller height down and making the bluerider's mouth much more accessible.
Welcome to the winner's circle.
