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!
06.Feb.12, 05:18 AM
N'gelt was an early riser, if only to kick last night's conquest out of his hut or to leave theirs. This morning he had no conquest and was in his own bed, alone. Irritated by this fact he got up, making his way outside to the raised platform where Saquith slept. The Brown dragon was sitting bolt upright, his eyes whirling a faint pink. N'gelt peered up at his dragon, frowning. 'What's the matter big boy?' Saquith didn't reply, instead offering a chesty rumble. His rider frowned for a moment then shrugged. Giving the dragon a hearty slap on the shoulder he turned on his heel and strode off, wondering what was being served at breakfast.
With his hut on the opposite side of the Weyr, by the time he had arrived there all the excitement inside the DIning Hall was well underway. He paused part way through the Gather Square, frowning at the waggling green dragon behind that was taking up the entrance. "Sharding Greens. Always doing stupid things!" He muttered to himself, wondering how he was going to get food now. There was no way he was going to crawl beneath that thing. Perhaps there would still be some food in the kitchens he could have. Altering his course he took a step forward before he halted again, a chilling screech filling the air. He didn't need to look up to know that another of the Green menaces was glowing her tail off.
'You want to chase her.' N'gelt sent. There was no need to ask, it easily explained Saquith's statue pose when he had woken. …May I? Came his soft wispy voice, lathered with submission. N'gelt resisted the urge to flat out tell him no, he knew that Saquith would obey unquestionably. It had been a while since the Brown had chased, a few weeks was it? Given that he was constantly scratching that itch, he relented that this time his dragon should be allowed. To try anyway.
'Yes. Who is it?' N'gelt relented. Thank-you. It is Larrikith. He felt his dragon's lust seeping in at the edges of his mind as he cast back. Larrikith… Larrikith… B… B… Well, her rider was certainly a male. His name is B'jin. Saquith supplied, pride tinging his voice. N'gelt nodded, at least if he was going to potentially share a bed with one of them it was going to be a man.
Now all he had to do was… find out where the hell this stupid Green's rider was. Little did he know how hard that would be.
With his hut on the opposite side of the Weyr, by the time he had arrived there all the excitement inside the DIning Hall was well underway. He paused part way through the Gather Square, frowning at the waggling green dragon behind that was taking up the entrance. "Sharding Greens. Always doing stupid things!" He muttered to himself, wondering how he was going to get food now. There was no way he was going to crawl beneath that thing. Perhaps there would still be some food in the kitchens he could have. Altering his course he took a step forward before he halted again, a chilling screech filling the air. He didn't need to look up to know that another of the Green menaces was glowing her tail off.
'You want to chase her.' N'gelt sent. There was no need to ask, it easily explained Saquith's statue pose when he had woken. …May I? Came his soft wispy voice, lathered with submission. N'gelt resisted the urge to flat out tell him no, he knew that Saquith would obey unquestionably. It had been a while since the Brown had chased, a few weeks was it? Given that he was constantly scratching that itch, he relented that this time his dragon should be allowed. To try anyway.
'Yes. Who is it?' N'gelt relented. Thank-you. It is Larrikith. He felt his dragon's lust seeping in at the edges of his mind as he cast back. Larrikith… Larrikith… B… B… Well, her rider was certainly a male. His name is B'jin. Saquith supplied, pride tinging his voice. N'gelt nodded, at least if he was going to potentially share a bed with one of them it was going to be a man.
Now all he had to do was… find out where the hell this stupid Green's rider was. Little did he know how hard that would be.
