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.Nov.12, 06:29 AM
Flights had a way of fucking things up. S'kef had been in a sour mood in the days following Larrikith's last adventure, which Tyrrisath had interrupted in the best of ways. J'ver had been upset, and S'kef supposed he had a right to be, but that didn't make the brownrider less annoyed at the aftermath. He could have pointed out a legion of double standards and inconsistencies with J'ver's logic, but at the end of the day, S'kef still hated to have made his precious greenrider so angry with him! He couldn't show it, of course, but in the end is was little more than a bump in the road.
Nearly a month had passed. S'kef had forgotten all about the flight, aside from taking notice of his own disinterest in chasing other greens. Tyrrisath wasn't thrilled, either. They'd both grown much more attached to J'ver and Rila than they'd ever initially imagined, and while Larrikith's flight had been fun and spontaneous, it also showed the brownpair how much better their loves were than anyone else. Not even B'jin could compare!
Therefore, S'kef became anxious when he felt the tug of flightlust. He scowled. Tyrrisath! No. We promised Jai and Rila that we wouldn't chase common sluts anymore
This is not a green Tyrrisath replied, tone so unimaginably dry that S'kef momentarily felt stupid.
Nirinath? S'kef asked, daring to hope. It would make things so much easier! The brownrider smiled as he walked outside, shirtless in spite of the cold weather. He was in the middle of changing clothes after chores, but this merited more direct attention. He flung one arm over Tyrrisath's neck as the dragon lay coiled, like a tunnel snake waiting to strike.
Krypth.
S'kef's eyes widened. Already? This was almost disappointing, until S'kef remembered that even his grand Tyrrisath would never outfly Ronarth. That bronze was a monster, capable of overpowering even queens. Tyrrisath would be batted away like a blue. Krypth, however? Krypth was doable. They'd done it before.
Jai would have to forgive him. They had a pact, though. Golds were not greens; claiming greens didn't bring about power and prestige. Golds could give them what they wanted. S'kef gave a silent order, and the pair vanished between.
Upon arrival, Tyrrisath detangled himself gently from his bonded and angled his head towards Krypth. S'kef crossed his arms, chilly but focused. He scowled. Had Jada learned to control her dragon since last time? He hoped so, but it was too early to tell.
What of the competition?
Xyreith wants her. His rider holds him back. There was a pause as the dragon searched for other clues. Veeth as well.
S'kef nodded. That wasn't much to go on, but the presence of his wingleader unsettled him. He set his jaw against the cold and the anxiety and closed his eyes, allowing his own strength and ferocity to flow to his dragon, where he could already sense a slow buildup of ferocious rage.
The brown dragon fanned his wings and waited.
Nearly a month had passed. S'kef had forgotten all about the flight, aside from taking notice of his own disinterest in chasing other greens. Tyrrisath wasn't thrilled, either. They'd both grown much more attached to J'ver and Rila than they'd ever initially imagined, and while Larrikith's flight had been fun and spontaneous, it also showed the brownpair how much better their loves were than anyone else. Not even B'jin could compare!
Therefore, S'kef became anxious when he felt the tug of flightlust. He scowled. Tyrrisath! No. We promised Jai and Rila that we wouldn't chase common sluts anymore
This is not a green Tyrrisath replied, tone so unimaginably dry that S'kef momentarily felt stupid.
Nirinath? S'kef asked, daring to hope. It would make things so much easier! The brownrider smiled as he walked outside, shirtless in spite of the cold weather. He was in the middle of changing clothes after chores, but this merited more direct attention. He flung one arm over Tyrrisath's neck as the dragon lay coiled, like a tunnel snake waiting to strike.
Krypth.
S'kef's eyes widened. Already? This was almost disappointing, until S'kef remembered that even his grand Tyrrisath would never outfly Ronarth. That bronze was a monster, capable of overpowering even queens. Tyrrisath would be batted away like a blue. Krypth, however? Krypth was doable. They'd done it before.
Jai would have to forgive him. They had a pact, though. Golds were not greens; claiming greens didn't bring about power and prestige. Golds could give them what they wanted. S'kef gave a silent order, and the pair vanished between.
Upon arrival, Tyrrisath detangled himself gently from his bonded and angled his head towards Krypth. S'kef crossed his arms, chilly but focused. He scowled. Had Jada learned to control her dragon since last time? He hoped so, but it was too early to tell.
What of the competition?
Xyreith wants her. His rider holds him back. There was a pause as the dragon searched for other clues. Veeth as well.
S'kef nodded. That wasn't much to go on, but the presence of his wingleader unsettled him. He set his jaw against the cold and the anxiety and closed his eyes, allowing his own strength and ferocity to flow to his dragon, where he could already sense a slow buildup of ferocious rage.
The brown dragon fanned his wings and waited.
