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!
08.Nov.12, 04:59 AM
Katilian winters, being so much milder than the Northern ones, were well appreciated by Gugaroth. There was no snow to chill his hide, although the almost constant mud wasn't any better. The occasional sunny days were nice, they weren't particularly warm but sprawling on the mountainside for hours was pleasant enough. Today was a rather cold one he noted, with icy winds and cloudy skies. He had risen before his rider, who was taking the opportunity to keep as warm as possible in his furs, deciding to do a few laps of the Weyr to stretch his wings.
When he landed by their hut M'bal had woken and was pottering about getting dressed for the day. Today! He chirped happily to his rider. 'Are you sure?' M'bal asked. Am I ever wrong? The Bronze sent almost scathingly. A lot of things he was unsure and unconfident about. Not this.
'Well alright then. Could you have not told be before I started to make myself look good?' M'bal sent with a soft laugh. He was a little annoyed at the waste of time, certainly, but this was their day to shine and it wasn't up to him. 'Let me oil you.'
M'bal had stripped his good clothes off for an old set he used when oiling Gugaroth and had a small collection of rags and brushes bundled up in a wooden bucket. Walking outside to where his lifemate was crouched he popped the lid of the barrel containing the oil and set to work. An hour or so later Gugaroth shone quite remarkably in the dim light. M'bal stood back, satisfied at his work. 'You should eat. You're due for a meal today.' Gugaroth gave a low growl. Meat would only slow him down! He still took off and headed for the feeding pens. At the very least he could hang around there to pass the time, maybe take a small wherry.
It wasn't long until Krypth arrived at the pens, he had timed it perfectly. A small carcass lay beside where he crouched, eyes whirling a furious pace as he watched her. She was taking meat, again! He roared his displeasure. M'bal made a similar noise in anger as he sought his was to Jada. The last clutch had been tiny after her gorging! Sure a Gold had resulted, but six eggs? No... even with her gorging, being caught by a Brown had likely ruined that even more. A Bronze would add at least four additional eggs! If not more.
The pair grumbled as they watched the Gold Weyrlings, M'bal having arrived at Jada's location. He stood near, but not intruding in her space, much like Gugaroth was at the pens. Their bodies were tense. When Krypth rose, Gugaroth was barely a wingbeat behind her. He had taken every drop of blood from his meal, his energy was boundless. He was there, right there. Not crooning a love song or threatening competitors away. Just there. Like a shadow, he mimicked her movements. He would be there till she was high enough, far enough that the clutch would be magnificent.
When he landed by their hut M'bal had woken and was pottering about getting dressed for the day. Today! He chirped happily to his rider. 'Are you sure?' M'bal asked. Am I ever wrong? The Bronze sent almost scathingly. A lot of things he was unsure and unconfident about. Not this.
'Well alright then. Could you have not told be before I started to make myself look good?' M'bal sent with a soft laugh. He was a little annoyed at the waste of time, certainly, but this was their day to shine and it wasn't up to him. 'Let me oil you.'
M'bal had stripped his good clothes off for an old set he used when oiling Gugaroth and had a small collection of rags and brushes bundled up in a wooden bucket. Walking outside to where his lifemate was crouched he popped the lid of the barrel containing the oil and set to work. An hour or so later Gugaroth shone quite remarkably in the dim light. M'bal stood back, satisfied at his work. 'You should eat. You're due for a meal today.' Gugaroth gave a low growl. Meat would only slow him down! He still took off and headed for the feeding pens. At the very least he could hang around there to pass the time, maybe take a small wherry.
It wasn't long until Krypth arrived at the pens, he had timed it perfectly. A small carcass lay beside where he crouched, eyes whirling a furious pace as he watched her. She was taking meat, again! He roared his displeasure. M'bal made a similar noise in anger as he sought his was to Jada. The last clutch had been tiny after her gorging! Sure a Gold had resulted, but six eggs? No... even with her gorging, being caught by a Brown had likely ruined that even more. A Bronze would add at least four additional eggs! If not more.
The pair grumbled as they watched the Gold Weyrlings, M'bal having arrived at Jada's location. He stood near, but not intruding in her space, much like Gugaroth was at the pens. Their bodies were tense. When Krypth rose, Gugaroth was barely a wingbeat behind her. He had taken every drop of blood from his meal, his energy was boundless. He was there, right there. Not crooning a love song or threatening competitors away. Just there. Like a shadow, he mimicked her movements. He would be there till she was high enough, far enough that the clutch would be magnificent.
