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!
21.Sep.13, 12:32 AM
The roar outside sent a shiver down her spine, yet she had no idea why.
Elisel looked up from the list of stock in front of her, blinking in surprise. The howl had echoed into the kitchen, catching her off guard; they didn't often hear flights happening this close to the stock rooms. But the greens around here sometimes went into flight lust with seemingly little warning, so she shouldn't have been that surprised. Setting down the parchment in front of her, she began to carefully restack the store of dried fruit she had been counting.
Glancing out from the kitchens, she noticed all seemed to be quiet...for now. Depending on which of the greens was flying, that would change. Some flights were small, some ended up with too many, but either way the wine would end up flowing. Best do the prep work now, she figured. Upon completion of the inventory, Elisel pulled out several skins of wine, setting them out with a fresh pot of klah and a basket of rolls. Good enough for a flight; they happened often enough. Satisfied with her work for the evening, she turned to walk to her room for the evening.
As she stepped outside, the hints of warm spring danced in the breeze without. The moon shone brightly overhead, highlighting the stars in the distance. There was no hint of the flight at this point; no dragons dancing through the sky. Must have been a quick flight, she mused as she headed towards her room.
Little did she realize...the next couple of hours were a blur. The shadow, falling over her as she walked. The fear as the strong hand gripped at her shoulder, spinning her around. A mumbled apology, a whispered plea to be released. The rough kiss against her shoulder, the ripping of fine cloth, the smothered scream as she clawed back. The slap across her face, the snarled threat, the anger as he stormed away.
She crawled down the hallway from the storage closet he had dragged her into, the soft glow light searing her eyes. A soft whimper escaped her throat as she grabbed at the remnants of her dress, the scrapes and bruises burning as she kneeled there. All she could do was sit there for the moment, her shoulders shaking as the tears began to fall down her face.
Elisel looked up from the list of stock in front of her, blinking in surprise. The howl had echoed into the kitchen, catching her off guard; they didn't often hear flights happening this close to the stock rooms. But the greens around here sometimes went into flight lust with seemingly little warning, so she shouldn't have been that surprised. Setting down the parchment in front of her, she began to carefully restack the store of dried fruit she had been counting.
Glancing out from the kitchens, she noticed all seemed to be quiet...for now. Depending on which of the greens was flying, that would change. Some flights were small, some ended up with too many, but either way the wine would end up flowing. Best do the prep work now, she figured. Upon completion of the inventory, Elisel pulled out several skins of wine, setting them out with a fresh pot of klah and a basket of rolls. Good enough for a flight; they happened often enough. Satisfied with her work for the evening, she turned to walk to her room for the evening.
As she stepped outside, the hints of warm spring danced in the breeze without. The moon shone brightly overhead, highlighting the stars in the distance. There was no hint of the flight at this point; no dragons dancing through the sky. Must have been a quick flight, she mused as she headed towards her room.
Little did she realize...the next couple of hours were a blur. The shadow, falling over her as she walked. The fear as the strong hand gripped at her shoulder, spinning her around. A mumbled apology, a whispered plea to be released. The rough kiss against her shoulder, the ripping of fine cloth, the smothered scream as she clawed back. The slap across her face, the snarled threat, the anger as he stormed away.
She crawled down the hallway from the storage closet he had dragged her into, the soft glow light searing her eyes. A soft whimper escaped her throat as she grabbed at the remnants of her dress, the scrapes and bruises burning as she kneeled there. All she could do was sit there for the moment, her shoulders shaking as the tears began to fall down her face.
