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!
25.Feb.13, 05:46 PM
The sound of another human being's voice, especially that of the one he so intensely sought to make sure still existed, was as comforting as being told he'd been admitted to the afterlife. His head still felt fuzzy, and it was all he could do to focus on his own breathing. He heard the woman ordering her dragon, and felt more than grateful for the way she took control on the whole situation. Although he greatly admired her leadership in such a troubling and confusing situation, he hardly had the brain power to acknowledge it. He heard what he thought was a dragon, and a twinge of remorse slapped him: he'd put others in danger. What if he'd killed the dragon, or the woman, or hurt them? He'd be publicly lashed, for sure. Part of him wanted to run and hide. Part of him wanted to deny it all. But here he was, stuck in all manners of speaking, between rocks and hard places.
He felt the dirt along his hand shift, and discovered in its place the sensation of a warm, soft heartbeat. A hand! It was a hand. He did his best to look at it amist the swirling dust. "You're holding my hand.", he acknowledged out loud. He didn't let go, and gave a squeeze to show his appreciation for the comfort.
"A-a-are you trapped? I'm in a cave. I can't believe this happened. You're really not hurt? Please don't lie, I'm so sorry. What's your name? I'm Oahvakeen. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Thank you. I would never have wanted to hurt anyone else. Don't fall asleep. We shouldn't fall asleep.", he was a chatterbox of short sentences now, his coherence improving, but not by much.
"I like socks. But I don't like women. I feel bad, like they stole me especially to have kids and impress a dragon, and I don't want to. I'm scared of impressing. I'm scared of spoons. I'm scared of women. I'm terrified of children. I can't be a dad. Or a husband. Or even a boyfriend. I'm scared... of spoons. And of ... getting hurt. Tell me about you now. What are you scared of? What will you do when you get free? Are you free? Are you trapped?", he anxiously awaited a response and could hardly contain himself while he did so. He shoved his free hand into his mouth, tasting the bits of grit and blood, and teethed on his fingertips.
He felt the dirt along his hand shift, and discovered in its place the sensation of a warm, soft heartbeat. A hand! It was a hand. He did his best to look at it amist the swirling dust. "You're holding my hand.", he acknowledged out loud. He didn't let go, and gave a squeeze to show his appreciation for the comfort.
"A-a-are you trapped? I'm in a cave. I can't believe this happened. You're really not hurt? Please don't lie, I'm so sorry. What's your name? I'm Oahvakeen. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Thank you. I would never have wanted to hurt anyone else. Don't fall asleep. We shouldn't fall asleep.", he was a chatterbox of short sentences now, his coherence improving, but not by much.
"I like socks. But I don't like women. I feel bad, like they stole me especially to have kids and impress a dragon, and I don't want to. I'm scared of impressing. I'm scared of spoons. I'm scared of women. I'm terrified of children. I can't be a dad. Or a husband. Or even a boyfriend. I'm scared... of spoons. And of ... getting hurt. Tell me about you now. What are you scared of? What will you do when you get free? Are you free? Are you trapped?", he anxiously awaited a response and could hardly contain himself while he did so. He shoved his free hand into his mouth, tasting the bits of grit and blood, and teethed on his fingertips.
