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!
26.Jul.12, 04:17 AM
Rilaleeyth hated her flights as much as she loved them. They made her feel beautiful and desired. They made her know that she was a female and a seductive and sensual one at that. Yet they also made her feel silly. She didn’t have a large group of followers and while she knew that was likely due to her rider being J’ver and how close she was to Tyrrisath, she still felt like it was her own fault that many didn’t bother to give chase or that some were disgusted upon waking up with J’ver in their arms. Her human wasn’t that bad! He was just hard to get to know but S’kef had taken the time and liked J’ver, didn’t that count for anything?
So when she felt herself growing restless and J’ver was crankier than usual over everything from his appearance to meals being served to the brightness of the sun, Rilaleeyth started to worry. It was only a few short days after the young gold had risen; would anyone be interested in just another green taking to the sky now? Would she be seen as a mere copycat or someone simply seeking attention? That wasn’t the case! She was happy Krypth rose since it made her close friends happy. J’ver was excited at the win Tyrrisath and S’kef managed and even she was fine and happy with her favourite brown winning another female. She wouldn’t worry, given that Nirinath still lived and flying Krypth didn’t put an end to the way she could curl up beside the big brown that was so warm and safe.
J’ver, you really shouldn’t go out right now. Stay in, please. She knew J’ver reacted somewhat negatively upon waking up in a stranger’s bed or a random location though that also meant he could easily slip away as soon as he could, but it was being caught off guard that her bonded hated the most. So why wasn’t he paying her any mind this time? Was visiting that Healer so important? Apparently so, as J’ver insisted he needed some sort of salve for his sensitive skin being rather itchy on his arm.
As J’ver waltzed into the hall and made his way to Talian’s office, Rilaleeyth stretched and took off a moment later to proudly display her bright green hide against the rays of the setting sun. Catch me if you dare! She taunted to the males, her usually soft voice now deepened with sensual and sultry undertones. She had learned that challenging egos worked to her advantage and would sometimes draw a few more suitors. Some chased because they wanted to see if they would anger S’kef and Tyrrisath while others did it to prove something to friends, claiming they survived bedding J’ver. Rilaleeyth didn’t mind their reasons since the winner always proved to be wonderful to her and made her feel special until they parted ways.
J’ver entered the office without knocking, knowing the Healer within wouldn’t argue with the intrusion when he saw who was at the door. He was also a man sworn to help those in pain and the greenrider considered his rash to be a pain and wouldn’t be turned away. “Sweet Talian, I’m in need of…” J’ver frowned and then widened his eyes as he realised what his dragon was doing, “your office, it would seem.” He sighed and began taking his shirt off. He hated when his fabulous wardrobe was destroyed because of eager hands. It was best to get a head start before he, and his lover, lost their heads to dragonlust.
So when she felt herself growing restless and J’ver was crankier than usual over everything from his appearance to meals being served to the brightness of the sun, Rilaleeyth started to worry. It was only a few short days after the young gold had risen; would anyone be interested in just another green taking to the sky now? Would she be seen as a mere copycat or someone simply seeking attention? That wasn’t the case! She was happy Krypth rose since it made her close friends happy. J’ver was excited at the win Tyrrisath and S’kef managed and even she was fine and happy with her favourite brown winning another female. She wouldn’t worry, given that Nirinath still lived and flying Krypth didn’t put an end to the way she could curl up beside the big brown that was so warm and safe.
J’ver, you really shouldn’t go out right now. Stay in, please. She knew J’ver reacted somewhat negatively upon waking up in a stranger’s bed or a random location though that also meant he could easily slip away as soon as he could, but it was being caught off guard that her bonded hated the most. So why wasn’t he paying her any mind this time? Was visiting that Healer so important? Apparently so, as J’ver insisted he needed some sort of salve for his sensitive skin being rather itchy on his arm.
As J’ver waltzed into the hall and made his way to Talian’s office, Rilaleeyth stretched and took off a moment later to proudly display her bright green hide against the rays of the setting sun. Catch me if you dare! She taunted to the males, her usually soft voice now deepened with sensual and sultry undertones. She had learned that challenging egos worked to her advantage and would sometimes draw a few more suitors. Some chased because they wanted to see if they would anger S’kef and Tyrrisath while others did it to prove something to friends, claiming they survived bedding J’ver. Rilaleeyth didn’t mind their reasons since the winner always proved to be wonderful to her and made her feel special until they parted ways.
J’ver entered the office without knocking, knowing the Healer within wouldn’t argue with the intrusion when he saw who was at the door. He was also a man sworn to help those in pain and the greenrider considered his rash to be a pain and wouldn’t be turned away. “Sweet Talian, I’m in need of…” J’ver frowned and then widened his eyes as he realised what his dragon was doing, “your office, it would seem.” He sighed and began taking his shirt off. He hated when his fabulous wardrobe was destroyed because of eager hands. It was best to get a head start before he, and his lover, lost their heads to dragonlust.
