Wings of Fire: The Darkest Hour (Not Accepting)

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Reaper-
Reaper glanced over at Torrent, who was hissing and spitting and rampaging. "Hey, take it easy," he called to the seawing. "We'll bust out of here soon enough... And then..." Reaper drew his head back, then lunged forward, straining at his chains. "WE'LL TELL THE ENTIRE DAMN WORLD ABOUT WHAT IT IS YOU'RE DOING, YOU FILTHY, SLIME-RIDDEN NIGHTWINGS!!!" His barbed tail rattled along the stone wall angrily.

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The nightwing glared up at her queen. "So I'm not to make any contact with them until you give the all clear?" she hissed. "I can't touch them? Can't manipulate them? Can't even stab them in the back without your consent?" She HATED having someone rule her life again. Before this, she flew solo. A lone wolf. And that was the way she liked it. But now that Foreseer had recruited her all over again, it went back to life in hell.

Pharaoh-
"Pfft. Well too bad, because you aren't allowed to set up camp!" he challenged, cutting through the wrapping binding the meat to his shoulders. It came away easily; a few more hours and Pharaoh was sure it would've slipped off in tatters, and all of their meat would've fallen into the ocean. "We can put the meat somewhere safe, it's probably one of the most valuable things we have right now." He started feeling the rock wall with his talons, hoping to find somewhere to store it.

[broner]

Taleweaver slid into the sickly light of the dying torches, eerie and reeking of long-dead seabirds. "Filthy, slime-ridden NightWings?" she trilled, the words rolling off her tongue with deliberate languor. "I'll have you know, we're far more than that. Oh, yes, far more." She let her shadow dance on the walls and her disturbing, ghoulish violet eyes bore into the hybrid's.

[montmorency]

Starkeeper handed her meat off to Pharaoh. (Writers block for her).

Dreamjumper walked through the prison tunnel, dark talons clacking against the stone floor. He stopped, as he was going to a place where he could exit the volcano, and looked at Reaper the hybrid. "Oh really? I wish you luck, hybrid."
He continued on his way, a bit slower to maybe listen to any replies, and glancing at Taleweaver.

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Reaper-
Reaper's tongue flicked in and out as he glared at the nightwing before him. "You're right, I was being too kind, wasn't I?" he spat. "You guys are complete asses." He strained at the chains again, making the hissing 'frostbreath-is-coming' sound low in his throat and brandishing his barbed tail. He glared at the next nightwing to come and tease him before snapping open his fangs and spitting ice at Taleweaver. It barely missed her, but it HAD missed. DAMNIT, he cursed

[broner]

"My wings hurt," Rift groaned, rolling his shoulders. "Anyone got some water? Oh wait..." He contemplated the dark, rolling waves disapprovingly. "Nuh-uh, not going in there. Never. I'll get my gills clogged."

Sliding her gaunt body out of the way of the projectile, Taleweaver set her face in a tormenting smile. "Well, well, aren't you grumpy," she tisked, knocking the torches out of their brackets so they sizzled into oblivion.

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Pharaoh-
Pharaoh accepted the meat, still looking around for a place to stash it. He heard Rift's remark and turned, surprised. "But Rift, aren't seawings supposed to LIKE saltwater?" he asked. "In fact, yes, they do. They're cells don't shrink when in saltwater, like other dragons, which means you aren't going to die if you go out there."

[broner]

Rift snorted loudly. "That doesn't mean I have to like going in ash-filled torture waters! Those waves are black as Starkeeper's scales, I say. Stereotypes, stereotypes." Grunting, he hauled himself upward and clambered onto a stalagmite, hanging on and practicing his talonwork.

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Pharaoh-
"I suppose, Rift, but it wouldn't kill you is all I'm saying," Pharaoh somewhat agreed, managing to find a small niche in the wall. He crammed some of the meat in there until it couldn't hold any more and proceeded to find another place.

[montmorency]

"Oh, like you'd know stereotypes," Starkeeper grumbled. She walked forward a little, hearing the thoughts of some NightWings. Once again, good thing these guys aren't mindreaders, she thought, glancing at her companions. She watched the dark, ashy water lap against the shore, waiting.

Dreamjumper sent a glare towards Taleweaver. "Put those torches back and light them," he hissed, lashing his tail before returning to his quick pace down the prison tunnel.
Soon, he was out of the tunnel and climbing a staircase. Dreamjumper spread his starry wings and flew up it, arriving in a small kitchen. He glanced at the dented pans, and the slightly molding wooden cabinets. It was for the prisoners, after all, no one reall had to keep it clean save for making sure it wouldn't kill them. He turned his attention back forward and trotted through an open, stone-walled room.
Dreamjumper walked up to the opening, hopping out and starting to plummet towards the rocky ground. At he last second, he snapped open his wings and landed silently. A few of his talons ached from hitting the ground before he spread his wings, but he put it off. Dreamjumper stealthily moved forward, aware of the minds of dragonets. Not any minds, the prophecy dragonets. He kept to the shadows and watched, listening to the thoughts of Starkeeper, their three-moon NightWing, and Bayou, the MudWing they had picked up on the way.

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Brb guys, getting ready for bed