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.Jun.12, 10:52 AM
They were amazing, they were desirable, and they were so out of the league of each and every sad excuse for a rider that was milling around them! Larrikith gave a warbling, mocking cry as she twisted away to one side, leaving behind the larger members of the pack chasing her while B'jin gave a snide smirk as he twisted away from the brushing fingers of a bluerider, unaware of his action but condescending none the less, eyes glazed and mind melded completely with Larrikith's.
He didn't see R'nd enter, nor did Larrikith see the pretty blue she'd taken such a liking to enter the fray. She'd known he would, but had been unconcerned about if he hadn't. More fool him, to miss out on one such as she! Her answering bellow to his announcement was filled with self assurance, her eyes gleaming with the lusty challenge she had issued. Head twisting to peer back over her shoulder, Larrikith chirped cheerfully, teasing, and then came to an abrupt stop.
It was a daring move, but one not wasted as Larrikith flared her wings suddenly, almost completely stopping and causing surprised dragons to shoot off in all directions to avoid a collision, instead of twining with her. As they darted past, she twisted, dropping under Ayyonth and turning slightly so her wingtip brushed against his underbelly, the move carefully calculated to avoid twining. To entice. To tease. To torture. Then she tucked her wings tightly to her small, rounded body and dropped like a stone towards the ground.
Inside the Craft Hall, B'jin's hand trailed down R'nd's chest, the greenrider's smile teasing and wanton as he preened. They knew who would win, the moment Ayyonth's voice had joined the morning chorus. Of course, that didn't mean they would make it easy now. B'jin echoed Larrikith's movements, his fingers dipping away from R'nd's body tauntingly as he stepped back, smug. Self assured. Confident. Come to me. He pressed back against the office door. It was closed, but not locked and would easily fall open if enough pressure was applied.
Larrikith waited until the final moment before she ended her wild and almost uncontrolled free-fall, her wings extending just enough to have her sweeping across the ground so close she was almost touching it. She twisted between two buildings and shot skyward once more, zipping to the side of and above a small brown who thought he was being so clever by tailing her without following her dive. Larrikith hissed at him as she passed, then did another one eighty, spinning on a wingtip to go in the complete opposite direction like a green arrow.
Again she challenged the pack, her voice sultry and inviting even as she laughed at them all.
He didn't see R'nd enter, nor did Larrikith see the pretty blue she'd taken such a liking to enter the fray. She'd known he would, but had been unconcerned about if he hadn't. More fool him, to miss out on one such as she! Her answering bellow to his announcement was filled with self assurance, her eyes gleaming with the lusty challenge she had issued. Head twisting to peer back over her shoulder, Larrikith chirped cheerfully, teasing, and then came to an abrupt stop.
It was a daring move, but one not wasted as Larrikith flared her wings suddenly, almost completely stopping and causing surprised dragons to shoot off in all directions to avoid a collision, instead of twining with her. As they darted past, she twisted, dropping under Ayyonth and turning slightly so her wingtip brushed against his underbelly, the move carefully calculated to avoid twining. To entice. To tease. To torture. Then she tucked her wings tightly to her small, rounded body and dropped like a stone towards the ground.
Inside the Craft Hall, B'jin's hand trailed down R'nd's chest, the greenrider's smile teasing and wanton as he preened. They knew who would win, the moment Ayyonth's voice had joined the morning chorus. Of course, that didn't mean they would make it easy now. B'jin echoed Larrikith's movements, his fingers dipping away from R'nd's body tauntingly as he stepped back, smug. Self assured. Confident. Come to me. He pressed back against the office door. It was closed, but not locked and would easily fall open if enough pressure was applied.
Larrikith waited until the final moment before she ended her wild and almost uncontrolled free-fall, her wings extending just enough to have her sweeping across the ground so close she was almost touching it. She twisted between two buildings and shot skyward once more, zipping to the side of and above a small brown who thought he was being so clever by tailing her without following her dive. Larrikith hissed at him as she passed, then did another one eighty, spinning on a wingtip to go in the complete opposite direction like a green arrow.
Again she challenged the pack, her voice sultry and inviting even as she laughed at them all.
