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!
24.Feb.12, 11:50 AM
Published on Fanfiction.net with permission of both Authors on December 29th, 2012 at this location: Link
Wings flared dramatically as the small dragon dropped in a twirling tumble, her body spinning through the air as it was dragged down by gravity towards the fleeing wild heardbests. Strapped safely to her neck, where green muscles strained, B'jin leaned forward to help with the slipstream as his dragon preformed aerial manoeuvres that were as likely to get them into trouble for being overly risky as they were an applause. B'jin's laughter was ripped away by the soaring winds, even as he leaned closer to Valerian, hands resting lightly on the young man's hips, where he was strapped securely to Larrikith's riding straps. They were new, and well oiled; very secure and very unlikely to break. But, even if they did, B'jin had no doubt Larrikith would save them well before they went splat.
"That one!" He hissed in Valerian's ear, face close, as he leaned into Larrikith's turn, tilting her wings dramatically so she practically fell on the screaming beast; it was not far off her own size, truth be told, but she was a strong dragon, and well adapted to her hunting techniques. Front legs extended, she plucked her chosen beast out of the fray of madly running herdbeasts and lifted it enough that she could use her strong jaws to crush it's spine. She then dipped to the side, away from the fleeing creatures, and dropped the animal down fairly gently; it still caused an explosion of dust when it landed, and twitched some in the death throes.
"Bows and arrows," B'jin spoke again, into the younger Harper's ear, before he cursed as Larrikith shot skywards with enough force to give him whiplash, and crash the back of Valerian's head into his chest. "SHELL AND SHARD LARRI!" He bellowed, as Larrikith levelled out and coasted swiftly after the retreating herd. Still muttering under his breath, B'jin used his left hand to rub absently at his chest, the muttered words all viciously thrown at Larrikith, though her swift motion was leaving them long behind them and struggling on the breeze, unheard.
"I-" he was cut off once more as Larrikith dropped into a steep dive, and leaning forward, B'jin gave Valerian a solid shove in the back, forcing the young man to lean further down into the dragon's neck and assist with the slip. It was an intimidating pose to be in, dropping down as they were, but B'jin had never been fond of leaning backwards, and if he wanted to lean forward, then as a result, Valerian had to, too!
Usually, I let him shoot the beasts, Larrikith chirped, after brushing her way lightly into Valerian's mind. She paused for a moment, her amusement heavy on the edges of his conciousness as she poked at his foremost emotions. Do you want me to block some of that? How can you possibly enjoy my skills -- she paused as she twisted into a dramatic barrel roll, and flung aside another heardbeast, killing it in the process. When you are thinking such ridiculous thoughts?
Wings flared dramatically as the small dragon dropped in a twirling tumble, her body spinning through the air as it was dragged down by gravity towards the fleeing wild heardbests. Strapped safely to her neck, where green muscles strained, B'jin leaned forward to help with the slipstream as his dragon preformed aerial manoeuvres that were as likely to get them into trouble for being overly risky as they were an applause. B'jin's laughter was ripped away by the soaring winds, even as he leaned closer to Valerian, hands resting lightly on the young man's hips, where he was strapped securely to Larrikith's riding straps. They were new, and well oiled; very secure and very unlikely to break. But, even if they did, B'jin had no doubt Larrikith would save them well before they went splat.
"That one!" He hissed in Valerian's ear, face close, as he leaned into Larrikith's turn, tilting her wings dramatically so she practically fell on the screaming beast; it was not far off her own size, truth be told, but she was a strong dragon, and well adapted to her hunting techniques. Front legs extended, she plucked her chosen beast out of the fray of madly running herdbeasts and lifted it enough that she could use her strong jaws to crush it's spine. She then dipped to the side, away from the fleeing creatures, and dropped the animal down fairly gently; it still caused an explosion of dust when it landed, and twitched some in the death throes.
"Bows and arrows," B'jin spoke again, into the younger Harper's ear, before he cursed as Larrikith shot skywards with enough force to give him whiplash, and crash the back of Valerian's head into his chest. "SHELL AND SHARD LARRI!" He bellowed, as Larrikith levelled out and coasted swiftly after the retreating herd. Still muttering under his breath, B'jin used his left hand to rub absently at his chest, the muttered words all viciously thrown at Larrikith, though her swift motion was leaving them long behind them and struggling on the breeze, unheard.
"I-" he was cut off once more as Larrikith dropped into a steep dive, and leaning forward, B'jin gave Valerian a solid shove in the back, forcing the young man to lean further down into the dragon's neck and assist with the slip. It was an intimidating pose to be in, dropping down as they were, but B'jin had never been fond of leaning backwards, and if he wanted to lean forward, then as a result, Valerian had to, too!
Usually, I let him shoot the beasts, Larrikith chirped, after brushing her way lightly into Valerian's mind. She paused for a moment, her amusement heavy on the edges of his conciousness as she poked at his foremost emotions. Do you want me to block some of that? How can you possibly enjoy my skills -- she paused as she twisted into a dramatic barrel roll, and flung aside another heardbeast, killing it in the process. When you are thinking such ridiculous thoughts?
