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!
15.Oct.13, 11:16 PM
Ali's eyes widened in dull recognition of the marks scattered across her face and body. Even in the low light, he could make out the darker blotches. This woman was covered in bruises. Ali's lip twitched. "The fuck...?" he asked, reaching forward with one hand to lightly guide her closer. His movement was cautious and slow, not wanting to spook her or make her think she was in any further danger.
"Come on...let's get you a healer," he said, his voice gruff and filled with slow-burning anger. He knew what it was like to be covered in those marks. He knew what it was like to feel weak. He wasn't exactly good at being comforting, though. Ali was more than willing to throw himself between any helpless person and whatever threat was endangering them, but he wasn't so good at damage control. He was angry and reckless, filled with a strong desire to enact revenge on behalf of those wronged, and lacking the self-control to stop himself from doing it.
Astoreth hissed and coiled tighter on her perch. Her red eyes followed the man responsible as he disappeared into the darkness. She considered relaying the information to Ali, knowing well that he would have preferred to fly off into the darkness after the other man, filled with some self-righteous desire to right whatever wrong had been done, but she stopped. She and A'liran were similar, and she'd shared his rage and his indignation many times. She'd also shared in the suffering that resulted, and right now she could not bear to feel her rider in pain. She watched with misgivings as the man disappeared and reached out to her bonded with a gentle voice, soothing him, begging him to be still and soft for her.
Astoreth's touch calmed Ali, but it also sent a shiver of frustration across his body. "Fuck's sake," he growled, heart quivering in anger. He looked back to Elisel, his expression fierce. "Come on...we're gonna get you somewhere safe, and if anyone so much as looks at you sideways, I'll kill them."
Okay, so he was exaggerating. He wanted to mean it, though. He wanted to let his frustration loose on someone deserving. He'd felt this gnawing sense of helplessness so many times before, both over his own pain and that of his fellow greenriders. How many times had he comforted one of them after a bad flight? How many times had he chosen to comfort one of them over comforting himself? It didn't make him feel any better, though. It just made him feel useless. The damage had already been done!
He didn't reach for her hand. He didn't even look at her again. He just turned urgently, eyes scanning the hallway to make sure all was clear before he motioned for her to follow. "...Come on. Hurry." He took a few long steps before pausing. "...I'm A'liran."
"Come on...let's get you a healer," he said, his voice gruff and filled with slow-burning anger. He knew what it was like to be covered in those marks. He knew what it was like to feel weak. He wasn't exactly good at being comforting, though. Ali was more than willing to throw himself between any helpless person and whatever threat was endangering them, but he wasn't so good at damage control. He was angry and reckless, filled with a strong desire to enact revenge on behalf of those wronged, and lacking the self-control to stop himself from doing it.
Astoreth hissed and coiled tighter on her perch. Her red eyes followed the man responsible as he disappeared into the darkness. She considered relaying the information to Ali, knowing well that he would have preferred to fly off into the darkness after the other man, filled with some self-righteous desire to right whatever wrong had been done, but she stopped. She and A'liran were similar, and she'd shared his rage and his indignation many times. She'd also shared in the suffering that resulted, and right now she could not bear to feel her rider in pain. She watched with misgivings as the man disappeared and reached out to her bonded with a gentle voice, soothing him, begging him to be still and soft for her.
Astoreth's touch calmed Ali, but it also sent a shiver of frustration across his body. "Fuck's sake," he growled, heart quivering in anger. He looked back to Elisel, his expression fierce. "Come on...we're gonna get you somewhere safe, and if anyone so much as looks at you sideways, I'll kill them."
Okay, so he was exaggerating. He wanted to mean it, though. He wanted to let his frustration loose on someone deserving. He'd felt this gnawing sense of helplessness so many times before, both over his own pain and that of his fellow greenriders. How many times had he comforted one of them after a bad flight? How many times had he chosen to comfort one of them over comforting himself? It didn't make him feel any better, though. It just made him feel useless. The damage had already been done!
He didn't reach for her hand. He didn't even look at her again. He just turned urgently, eyes scanning the hallway to make sure all was clear before he motioned for her to follow. "...Come on. Hurry." He took a few long steps before pausing. "...I'm A'liran."
