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, 06:19 PM
I'shan curled his fingers around N'gelts shirt. He realized quickly what the other man had in mind for him, though his subconscious suspected all along. Echoes of the flight soared through him, vanquishing any token resistance he might have mustered. He did managed to recoil away for a split second, but N'gelt's adamant advances were unavoidable. If the brownrider didn't stop at that little flinch, he wasn't going to stop at all. I'shan relented, shifting his lithe body to help N'gelt remove his outer layers.
Outside, Ilveriath wheeled lower and lower, eyes focused intensely on Saquith. Your defensiveness suggests insecurity, brother he teased, his concern slowly filtering away as I'shan gave in to his baser instincts. It was nothing new, though Ilveriath would have preferred the brownrider treat his own with a bit more dignity. It wasn't Ilveriath's choice, however, so he gave the union his tentative blessing. He settled on the rooftop near Saquith, sinuous neck craning ever closer to the brown.
Inside, I'shan fell backwards and looked up at N'gelt, playful eyes shining. "Something tells me I have no choice," he crooned. If he had any serious misgivings, he didn't show them...except for a fleeting glimmer of fear. He embraced it and waited for the brownrider to join him.
CENSORED
I'shan opened his eyes and looked back at N'gelt, his slender form limp with exhaustion. He hadn't won the flight, but now he knew what those poor greenriders must have felt like. His eyes widened slightly when he realized N'gelt was inspecting him. Feeling somewhat cowed, the bluerider stretched out flamboyantly and turned his head away with feigned modesty. He wanted to impress the brownrider. "I don't know your name," he said softly. He could have asked Ilveriath, but where was the fun in that? Even so, he spoke quietly, as if not certain that he had permission.
Outside, Ilveriath wheeled lower and lower, eyes focused intensely on Saquith. Your defensiveness suggests insecurity, brother he teased, his concern slowly filtering away as I'shan gave in to his baser instincts. It was nothing new, though Ilveriath would have preferred the brownrider treat his own with a bit more dignity. It wasn't Ilveriath's choice, however, so he gave the union his tentative blessing. He settled on the rooftop near Saquith, sinuous neck craning ever closer to the brown.
Inside, I'shan fell backwards and looked up at N'gelt, playful eyes shining. "Something tells me I have no choice," he crooned. If he had any serious misgivings, he didn't show them...except for a fleeting glimmer of fear. He embraced it and waited for the brownrider to join him.
CENSORED
I'shan opened his eyes and looked back at N'gelt, his slender form limp with exhaustion. He hadn't won the flight, but now he knew what those poor greenriders must have felt like. His eyes widened slightly when he realized N'gelt was inspecting him. Feeling somewhat cowed, the bluerider stretched out flamboyantly and turned his head away with feigned modesty. He wanted to impress the brownrider. "I don't know your name," he said softly. He could have asked Ilveriath, but where was the fun in that? Even so, he spoke quietly, as if not certain that he had permission.
