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!
25.Jul.22, 12:57 PM
The flash of panic from Neryseth was the first thing the bronze picked up on, and he tore his attention away from his prize long enough to realize they were falling far too quickly. The haze of his lust began to clear as he realized that the gold couldn't seem to move properly, that even if he pulled away she'd still plummet. He couldn't let that happen. His wings flared, tail flailed as he tried to compensate, tried to slow their descent as much as he could. He wasn't strong enough to keep them both aloft on his own power, had always been a leaner bronze to begin with, built for marathons, not the brute strength that would be required. And the recent poisoning had left him weaker... Tiberuth glared defiantly at the ground and gave out a roar of defiance at whoever or whatever had managed to leave the gold in such a state and at the ground itself for thinking it would try to take his victory away from him.
At first K'dar was still lost in lust, just mindlessly trying to pull the goldrider back in, but as Tiberuth began to realize something was wrong his own head started to clear a bit and he frowned in confusion. His arms still wrapped around Lassalla, but they shifted, turning more concerned and comfort as Tiber's hold on his mind was still firm. "I've got you, I'm here and I won't let go." There was no way to know if the words were his own or the dragon's, or even who he was talking to as he held the woman tight, completely unaware of anything or anyone else around them. K'dar's blood ran cold, his heart pounding. There was fear, there was rage, and then there was something grim and determined that terrified K'dar in a way that nothing else could. His voice was hoarse and strained as he said, "Can't stop the fall, but I'll soften it."
With another roar, this one serving mostly as a warning, Tiberuth frantically flapped his wings as much as he could for their descent before another flick of his tail and a tilt of his wings managed to maneuver his body beneath Neryseth's. At the last minute he curled his wings back around her to keep her further secure before he slammed into the ground with a chorus of cracks and a wet pop that brought an end to his cries.
Where the dragon's roars left off, K'dar picked up as he let out a muffled cry through gritted teeth. Pain flooded into him in with such sudden intensity that he was trembling, unable to move as he held Lassalla even more firmly, his breathing ragged. There was at least some clarity in that pain, though that clarity only let him realize just how badly hurt Tiberuth was. Something was dislocated, either a wing or shoulder or both, and K'dar recognized what broken ribs felt like.
But there was a stabbing pain in his chest that wasn't right, and with Tiberuth's pain threatening to try and overwhelm them both again he tried to soothe. Just breathe... I'm sure healers are on their way, breathe and- even his own mental voice caught in his throat as he gasped, echoing the bronze's attempt. Trying to gasp in a deeper breath resulted in a dry hacking cough, that sharp pain radiating further back. Every breath became more difficult and shorter, like he was beginning to suffocate in his own chest, and that more than anything terrified K'dar as his own panic began to catch up to him and he screamed. "Tiber!"
At first K'dar was still lost in lust, just mindlessly trying to pull the goldrider back in, but as Tiberuth began to realize something was wrong his own head started to clear a bit and he frowned in confusion. His arms still wrapped around Lassalla, but they shifted, turning more concerned and comfort as Tiber's hold on his mind was still firm. "I've got you, I'm here and I won't let go." There was no way to know if the words were his own or the dragon's, or even who he was talking to as he held the woman tight, completely unaware of anything or anyone else around them. K'dar's blood ran cold, his heart pounding. There was fear, there was rage, and then there was something grim and determined that terrified K'dar in a way that nothing else could. His voice was hoarse and strained as he said, "Can't stop the fall, but I'll soften it."
With another roar, this one serving mostly as a warning, Tiberuth frantically flapped his wings as much as he could for their descent before another flick of his tail and a tilt of his wings managed to maneuver his body beneath Neryseth's. At the last minute he curled his wings back around her to keep her further secure before he slammed into the ground with a chorus of cracks and a wet pop that brought an end to his cries.
Where the dragon's roars left off, K'dar picked up as he let out a muffled cry through gritted teeth. Pain flooded into him in with such sudden intensity that he was trembling, unable to move as he held Lassalla even more firmly, his breathing ragged. There was at least some clarity in that pain, though that clarity only let him realize just how badly hurt Tiberuth was. Something was dislocated, either a wing or shoulder or both, and K'dar recognized what broken ribs felt like.
But there was a stabbing pain in his chest that wasn't right, and with Tiberuth's pain threatening to try and overwhelm them both again he tried to soothe. Just breathe... I'm sure healers are on their way, breathe and- even his own mental voice caught in his throat as he gasped, echoing the bronze's attempt. Trying to gasp in a deeper breath resulted in a dry hacking cough, that sharp pain radiating further back. Every breath became more difficult and shorter, like he was beginning to suffocate in his own chest, and that more than anything terrified K'dar as his own panic began to catch up to him and he screamed. "Tiber!"
