Post by zero on Nov 7, 2018 13:55:09 GMT -5
Interests
Cyber-neon future
Modern Dragon riders
Nope de-nope
Romance
School setting
Open for suggestions tho b/c I know my interest list is like two things. I really don't have many ideas right now.
Example of max length post if you want
Moonlit walks would have to be on the top ten things Zafer hated to do. Contrary to popular belief, the moon did not light the path enough for a pleasant stroll. There wasn't enough light to see what was on the forest floor. His feet could land on solid ground, or a root, or a fallen branch, or a hole. None of which was good for the ill-balanced male. Each step was a wonderful combination of stumbling and quiet swears. He instinctively reached out for the wyvern besides him when he found another small dip in the earth. Thankfully, he managed to latch onto one of her neck spikes before he lost his balance.
A twinge of annoyance flashed through the bond between the male and wyvern. Zafer didn't bother asking about the cause. He already knew what Moro was thinking. He was acutely aware could have gotten to whatever was disturbing the forest in seconds if he would have climbed on her back. Well, it hadn't worked before and it certainly wasn't going to work I the middle of the night. Moro growled in response to his thoughts. The human bit back his words. This was not the time for a repeated argument. They had a much larger problem to worry about.
Whatever they were following had left a large trail of singed tree tops and branches. When the cops had swept overhead, Zafer had only grown more worried. There was too normal for this to be nothing. The unpleasant thought had occurred to him and he had almost turned around. He did not have the ability to fight something which could evade the police and cause such destruction. The only thing which kept him stumbling forward was the heavy scent of blood and char. He was curious. Plus, Moro was with him. Nothing could beat her, or nothing had yet. Somethings had come close to it. Maybe they should turn around.
Quiet, Moro hissed to her human. She didn't dare call him a rider, not even in her own head. The wyvern did care for the tiny creature. He was hers after all, but they were far from true rider and dragon. He had yet to feel to thrill of riding in the wind or the call to battle. Instead, the human seemed to think a lot. There was always thoughts and feelings endlessly swirling around in his head. Ideas which spawned and spawned and spawned. There was no stop to them. It was distracting, and Moro was starting to understand why he couldn't put one foot in front of the other. Sometimes she just wished he would follow his instinct, if it was in humans.
Zafer looked up from the forest ground when Moro tensed. Her spines shook, making a quiet cracking sound. The male was forced to let go of the wyvern. He looked to Moro then to towards the direction of her gaze. Something flickered. They were near water by the sound, so it could be the moonlight reflected. However, the tension tightening their bond told Zafer differently. He shifted closer to the wyvern as they stepped forward onto the riverbank.
Out of all the options which had been circulating in his head, he had to admit a dragon rider was not one. They were far too powerful to become lost and he thought most of them were on the law's side. He found the idea of a dying dragon rider to be just as undesirable as a dangerous one. Each one sounded like potential for a death. He was not looking to be hurt tonight. Zafer took a step back to find his retreat blocked by a wing. Moro huffed.
A twinge of annoyance flashed through the bond between the male and wyvern. Zafer didn't bother asking about the cause. He already knew what Moro was thinking. He was acutely aware could have gotten to whatever was disturbing the forest in seconds if he would have climbed on her back. Well, it hadn't worked before and it certainly wasn't going to work I the middle of the night. Moro growled in response to his thoughts. The human bit back his words. This was not the time for a repeated argument. They had a much larger problem to worry about.
Whatever they were following had left a large trail of singed tree tops and branches. When the cops had swept overhead, Zafer had only grown more worried. There was too normal for this to be nothing. The unpleasant thought had occurred to him and he had almost turned around. He did not have the ability to fight something which could evade the police and cause such destruction. The only thing which kept him stumbling forward was the heavy scent of blood and char. He was curious. Plus, Moro was with him. Nothing could beat her, or nothing had yet. Somethings had come close to it. Maybe they should turn around.
Quiet, Moro hissed to her human. She didn't dare call him a rider, not even in her own head. The wyvern did care for the tiny creature. He was hers after all, but they were far from true rider and dragon. He had yet to feel to thrill of riding in the wind or the call to battle. Instead, the human seemed to think a lot. There was always thoughts and feelings endlessly swirling around in his head. Ideas which spawned and spawned and spawned. There was no stop to them. It was distracting, and Moro was starting to understand why he couldn't put one foot in front of the other. Sometimes she just wished he would follow his instinct, if it was in humans.
Zafer looked up from the forest ground when Moro tensed. Her spines shook, making a quiet cracking sound. The male was forced to let go of the wyvern. He looked to Moro then to towards the direction of her gaze. Something flickered. They were near water by the sound, so it could be the moonlight reflected. However, the tension tightening their bond told Zafer differently. He shifted closer to the wyvern as they stepped forward onto the riverbank.
Out of all the options which had been circulating in his head, he had to admit a dragon rider was not one. They were far too powerful to become lost and he thought most of them were on the law's side. He found the idea of a dying dragon rider to be just as undesirable as a dangerous one. Each one sounded like potential for a death. He was not looking to be hurt tonight. Zafer took a step back to find his retreat blocked by a wing. Moro huffed.