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!
01.Oct.12, 10:55 PM
OOC: This flight is predetermined, but anyone is welcome to chase if they wish.
B'jin could say quite honestly that he hated Wing practice. Weyrlinghood hadn't been nearly as degrading as the bullshit R'nya had pulled from his uptight arse and called 'Practice'. Running laps like a mindless wher B'jin could understand; it was all part of improving their fitness. He was used to that kind of mindless control by authority figures. Simple, and to the point it required little of the men issuing the orders though the greenrider wouldn't lie - he did approve of the fact that R'nya was quick to jump in as well, and make sure everyone participated.
So when the bronzerider started changing their lessons into game time, B'jin was amused - confused, but amused. Tag had been met with a sceptical eyebrow raise; if nothing else, he was a greenrider and they were damned good at running away from unwanted advances. Of course, B'jin was also dryly aware that as a greenrider he was always caught in the end. His participation in Tag had been half hearted at best, keeping away from the main activity and tracking who was 'it' with a thoughtful frown so as to avoid being attacked himself as much as he could. The first time he did manage to end up tagged, B'jin had been at a loss. He was used to being chased, not giving chase. So he'd pounced on a fellow green and let them deal with it, while quickly fading back out of the main action.
The game of 'dragon, dragon, wher!' had been worse, of course. Sitting in a circle between R'nd and K'gan, the greenrider had spent most of the time leaning over to exchange mocking whispers with his fellow greenrider than he had paying attention to the game. When he had been chosen to give chase to someone, B'jin had blinked dumbly and then frowned up at the other person, who smirked and took off. Rising lazily to his feet, B'jin hadn't even bothered to move faster than a walk as he 'chased' the other person back to his spot and then lazily took up the motion of 'dragon, dragon, wher'. He picked someone, was caught, and moved into the centre of the circle to wait out the rest of the game with his chin in his hand plucking at the grass. When the next round had him picked out swiftly, B'jin had been smug and R'nya had been swift to fix that. B'jin was sent to do laps and push ups, something he was vastly improved at. The greenrider shrugged and left the main group without bickering.
The following week had caught B'jin in a brilliant mood, and he'd played along avidly in the games; Being the leader had amused him greatly and he'd gone out of his way to make the following trail do ridiculous stunts. Freeze tag had been more his style, and he'd participated actively and visibly enjoying tagging people and making them stand frozen as a result. It wasn't often a greenrider got to freeze people! B'jin skipped thinking on the tree climbing lesson. Falling down and winding himself wasn't at the top of his 'to remember' list. Ever.
Three legged races.. B'jin slammed the lid of his trunk shut and shoved his arms into the sleeves of his jacket with a snarl. Being paired up with R'nd had been expected and both amusing and enjoyable. Being paired up with his fellow greenriders had been hilarious. Being tied by the leg to blue and brown and bronzeriders, however, had been torturous. B'jin had been trapped and unable to get away. He'd managed to partner R'nd, S'kef and J'ver before the panic had really started to set in, and he'd purposefully rolled his ankle to get out of any more.
He and S'kef had had appearance to maintain, and they had done so with their usual public face. Anyone who didn't know about their personal differences would have easily bought into D'ren's opinion that they were friends. B'jin was still uncomfortably aware of the way the brownrider's body had been pressed against his side, arm around his waist and their inner legs tied together... B'jin snarled, kicking his bedroom door frame harshly, sending chips of wood flying when his booted foot scraped the edge. The son of a brown monster whore! B'jin hissed in frustrated fury as he stalked out of the hut, slamming his riding helmet onto his head and swearing at Larrikith when she wouldn't let him attach her riding straps.
The pair bickered, swearing and hissing before B'jin snarled and scrambled aboard anyway, her riding straps spread across his lap as she vanished between without taking off to appear just half a length above the ground in the Gather Square. B'jin cursing her avidly as he slid off when she landed, dumping her straps at her feet and stalking off, only to spin around after six steps to come back, words rapidly spilling from his lips as he ripped into the green dragon, letting the entire wing know how much he hated her right then. Larrikith gave back as good as she got, her wings half extended as she screeched back loudly enough for anyone to hear why he was a horrible rider and she hated him too!
[sup]Edited it so she hasn't taken flight yet[/sup]
B'jin could say quite honestly that he hated Wing practice. Weyrlinghood hadn't been nearly as degrading as the bullshit R'nya had pulled from his uptight arse and called 'Practice'. Running laps like a mindless wher B'jin could understand; it was all part of improving their fitness. He was used to that kind of mindless control by authority figures. Simple, and to the point it required little of the men issuing the orders though the greenrider wouldn't lie - he did approve of the fact that R'nya was quick to jump in as well, and make sure everyone participated.
So when the bronzerider started changing their lessons into game time, B'jin was amused - confused, but amused. Tag had been met with a sceptical eyebrow raise; if nothing else, he was a greenrider and they were damned good at running away from unwanted advances. Of course, B'jin was also dryly aware that as a greenrider he was always caught in the end. His participation in Tag had been half hearted at best, keeping away from the main activity and tracking who was 'it' with a thoughtful frown so as to avoid being attacked himself as much as he could. The first time he did manage to end up tagged, B'jin had been at a loss. He was used to being chased, not giving chase. So he'd pounced on a fellow green and let them deal with it, while quickly fading back out of the main action.
The game of 'dragon, dragon, wher!' had been worse, of course. Sitting in a circle between R'nd and K'gan, the greenrider had spent most of the time leaning over to exchange mocking whispers with his fellow greenrider than he had paying attention to the game. When he had been chosen to give chase to someone, B'jin had blinked dumbly and then frowned up at the other person, who smirked and took off. Rising lazily to his feet, B'jin hadn't even bothered to move faster than a walk as he 'chased' the other person back to his spot and then lazily took up the motion of 'dragon, dragon, wher'. He picked someone, was caught, and moved into the centre of the circle to wait out the rest of the game with his chin in his hand plucking at the grass. When the next round had him picked out swiftly, B'jin had been smug and R'nya had been swift to fix that. B'jin was sent to do laps and push ups, something he was vastly improved at. The greenrider shrugged and left the main group without bickering.
The following week had caught B'jin in a brilliant mood, and he'd played along avidly in the games; Being the leader had amused him greatly and he'd gone out of his way to make the following trail do ridiculous stunts. Freeze tag had been more his style, and he'd participated actively and visibly enjoying tagging people and making them stand frozen as a result. It wasn't often a greenrider got to freeze people! B'jin skipped thinking on the tree climbing lesson. Falling down and winding himself wasn't at the top of his 'to remember' list. Ever.
Three legged races.. B'jin slammed the lid of his trunk shut and shoved his arms into the sleeves of his jacket with a snarl. Being paired up with R'nd had been expected and both amusing and enjoyable. Being paired up with his fellow greenriders had been hilarious. Being tied by the leg to blue and brown and bronzeriders, however, had been torturous. B'jin had been trapped and unable to get away. He'd managed to partner R'nd, S'kef and J'ver before the panic had really started to set in, and he'd purposefully rolled his ankle to get out of any more.
He and S'kef had had appearance to maintain, and they had done so with their usual public face. Anyone who didn't know about their personal differences would have easily bought into D'ren's opinion that they were friends. B'jin was still uncomfortably aware of the way the brownrider's body had been pressed against his side, arm around his waist and their inner legs tied together... B'jin snarled, kicking his bedroom door frame harshly, sending chips of wood flying when his booted foot scraped the edge. The son of a brown monster whore! B'jin hissed in frustrated fury as he stalked out of the hut, slamming his riding helmet onto his head and swearing at Larrikith when she wouldn't let him attach her riding straps.
The pair bickered, swearing and hissing before B'jin snarled and scrambled aboard anyway, her riding straps spread across his lap as she vanished between without taking off to appear just half a length above the ground in the Gather Square. B'jin cursing her avidly as he slid off when she landed, dumping her straps at her feet and stalking off, only to spin around after six steps to come back, words rapidly spilling from his lips as he ripped into the green dragon, letting the entire wing know how much he hated her right then. Larrikith gave back as good as she got, her wings half extended as she screeched back loudly enough for anyone to hear why he was a horrible rider and she hated him too!
[sup]Edited it so she hasn't taken flight yet[/sup]
