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!
10.Oct.12, 09:14 AM
The flight was short, but both dragon and rider enjoyed it. S'kef wrapped his arms tightly around J'ver, who no doubt was startled by the difference in size between his current mount and the dainty green he was accustomed to. Be gentle with him he instructed Tyrrisath, who implied wordlessly that S'kef was a fool for doubting that he would. As if Tyrrisath was that stupid! S'kef was pleased by the response, for Tyrrisath clearly knew what was expected of him. S'kef chuckled deeply in J'ver's ear, a gesture that may have seemed menacing, but was nothing more than an odd but sincere moment of affection between dragon and rider.
Upon landing, Tyrrisath lowered his head for the pair to dismount and rumbled once more. S'kef's admitted affection for J'ver encouraged Tyrrisath to accept the greenrider as worthy of his own attention. The brown had always liked Rilaleeyth, but J'ver was slimy and often smelled like his weird little garden plants. Tyrrisath always assumed that one day J'ver would betray them and would have to be eaten. Now that would be a shame, for Rilaleeyth was far too lovely to suffer any harm! S'kef's full confidence in J'ver therefore came as a welcome relief. Tyrrisath could relax around the little bastard and enjoy his green's company guilt-free, and for this, the dragon could only approve.
Tyrrisath wasn't sure how he felt about the weird things that went on in S'kef's head as a result, though. It was too fluffy. Unimpressed with the rider's sudden flourish of warmth as he wrapped his arms around J'ver on the ground, Tyrrisath just backed away.
He likes you Tyrrisath aid to J'ver alone, tone filled with the driest of observational humor. There was a slight after-note of approval, present enough to be noticed but not so prominent to be distracting. Tyrrisath was a master of subtlety, and those three words were more than enough to sum up his feelings: the relationship was new and different, but it had the brown's seal of approval. With that, Tyrrisath took off to arrange himself beside Rilaleeyth, whom he greeted with tenderness.
S'kef plans to take over the world he mused lightly. And he will invite J'ver to join him. It will be nice. Tyrrisath spoke only with confidence, for he had no concept of failure.
Back by the lake, S'kef seated himself and patted the ground beside him. "Have a seat, J'ver," he said. The brownrider's eyes clouded with wickedness and delight as he reviewed his plan and leaned in close. "You know how slow things have been for us, my dear pet..." he sighed softly, one hand creeping around J'ver's waist. "Things haven't gone as I'd hoped since I recovered from my illness...And ever since losing my job, repairing my image has been...difficult."
He leaned close and whispered his true intentions in J'ver's ear.
He pulled back, eyes wide and bright with malice. "And you are going to help me."
Upon landing, Tyrrisath lowered his head for the pair to dismount and rumbled once more. S'kef's admitted affection for J'ver encouraged Tyrrisath to accept the greenrider as worthy of his own attention. The brown had always liked Rilaleeyth, but J'ver was slimy and often smelled like his weird little garden plants. Tyrrisath always assumed that one day J'ver would betray them and would have to be eaten. Now that would be a shame, for Rilaleeyth was far too lovely to suffer any harm! S'kef's full confidence in J'ver therefore came as a welcome relief. Tyrrisath could relax around the little bastard and enjoy his green's company guilt-free, and for this, the dragon could only approve.
Tyrrisath wasn't sure how he felt about the weird things that went on in S'kef's head as a result, though. It was too fluffy. Unimpressed with the rider's sudden flourish of warmth as he wrapped his arms around J'ver on the ground, Tyrrisath just backed away.
He likes you Tyrrisath aid to J'ver alone, tone filled with the driest of observational humor. There was a slight after-note of approval, present enough to be noticed but not so prominent to be distracting. Tyrrisath was a master of subtlety, and those three words were more than enough to sum up his feelings: the relationship was new and different, but it had the brown's seal of approval. With that, Tyrrisath took off to arrange himself beside Rilaleeyth, whom he greeted with tenderness.
S'kef plans to take over the world he mused lightly. And he will invite J'ver to join him. It will be nice. Tyrrisath spoke only with confidence, for he had no concept of failure.
Back by the lake, S'kef seated himself and patted the ground beside him. "Have a seat, J'ver," he said. The brownrider's eyes clouded with wickedness and delight as he reviewed his plan and leaned in close. "You know how slow things have been for us, my dear pet..." he sighed softly, one hand creeping around J'ver's waist. "Things haven't gone as I'd hoped since I recovered from my illness...And ever since losing my job, repairing my image has been...difficult."
He leaned close and whispered his true intentions in J'ver's ear.
He pulled back, eyes wide and bright with malice. "And you are going to help me."
