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!
09.May.13, 09:17 PM
S'kef cursed softly when Oahvakeen managed to wriggle away from him. That boy must have been sky high on adrenaline, especially considering the horrid snapping sound that S'kef was pretty sure he'd heard. The boy's arm was broken and he was still trying to fight? Madness. At this rate, S'kef was pretty sure he'd have the beat the idiot half to death. Fuck, he wasn't even sure if he'd be able to detain him without doing exactly that.
He turned and reached for his whip, opting to wield it as a weapon rather than risk losing himself and bashing the other man's face in with hi fists. He watched as Oahvakeen made his awkward attempt to kick Tyrrisath, which earned a ragged snort from the dragon. The brown bared his teeth and hissed, eyes flashing a wicked shade of red. For a moment, enraptured by S'kef's anger, the dragon spread his maw and vividly fantasized about brignign his teeth down on the human's flesh.
"Tyrrisath!" S'kef roared. The dragon's head snapped back and he closed his mouth, staring balefully at Oahvakeen with his wicked, boiling eyes. S'kef stormed up behind Oahvakeen, his patience far gone, his heart pounding and his teeth grinding with rage. He lashed out at the man with his whip, almost blind in his rage. He quickly lost track of just how many times he lashed out, but all he could think about was repaying the brat for his unwarranted attack on Tyrrisath, whom S'kef would protect with his life. Sure, it had been a minor blow, but the intent was sincere, and S'kef believed in escalation.
He turned and reached for his whip, opting to wield it as a weapon rather than risk losing himself and bashing the other man's face in with hi fists. He watched as Oahvakeen made his awkward attempt to kick Tyrrisath, which earned a ragged snort from the dragon. The brown bared his teeth and hissed, eyes flashing a wicked shade of red. For a moment, enraptured by S'kef's anger, the dragon spread his maw and vividly fantasized about brignign his teeth down on the human's flesh.
"Tyrrisath!" S'kef roared. The dragon's head snapped back and he closed his mouth, staring balefully at Oahvakeen with his wicked, boiling eyes. S'kef stormed up behind Oahvakeen, his patience far gone, his heart pounding and his teeth grinding with rage. He lashed out at the man with his whip, almost blind in his rage. He quickly lost track of just how many times he lashed out, but all he could think about was repaying the brat for his unwarranted attack on Tyrrisath, whom S'kef would protect with his life. Sure, it had been a minor blow, but the intent was sincere, and S'kef believed in escalation.
