Wings of Fire: The Darkest Hour (Not Accepting)

[ghostmaker]

(reaper?... You mean Wrethen? xD)

Hope's eyes widened at the huge black dragon that had climbed out of the whole. Spotting a flash of white scales, she yelled hoarsely. "HEY! BAD BREATH! LET GO OF MY FRIEND RIGHT NOW!"

[AGGUA!]

(I KNOW, I fixed that X3)

[broner]

"Wait!" Rift called after Torrent, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of an earth-shattering roar. The creature had awakened, and how could they possibly stop it? "TORRENT, WAIT!" he bellowed, scanning the scene that was still half-covered. He flapped his left wing especially vigorously, trying to support his weight with the injured side slacking. When he drifted far enough over to see, he gasped and a new surge of... the opposite of regret coursed through him, until he saw two pale shapes flailing to get away from the massive creature. Pharaoh and Snowstorm.

[Yveltal]

Snowstorm gritted her teeth as the huge beast finally broke free, and she pushed Pharaoh towards the ledge where Foreseer had entered. "I'm not leaving you here with this thing!" she hissed determinedly. "Just keep moving!"

Torrent was about to dive into the tunnel when she heard Rift and saw what he was seeing. "Talons and tails! That thing is huge!" she yelped, flying back up towards the other SeaWing. She helped him steady himself, spotting the two dragonets Pharaoh and Snowstorm, and gave Rift a look of mixed emotions. "Rift, we have to help them. They'll die in there."

[AGGUA!]

Pharaoh-
"But what about you!?" Pharaoh cried. He couldn't help himself, and a few tears trickled down his snout. But he sealed his eyes shut, whirling, and sprinted down towards the beat-up tunnel. He had to keep moving... Snowstorm was right. If he stopped, he would die. He wasn't about to let that happen... Please be ok, Snow... I need you... Please, just be OK, Pharaoh prayed, his ears ringing as the more of the cave started to collapse.

Reaper-
Reaper snaked his large head around to snap at the pesky icewing, flailing his forearms out in front of him for balance as he stood up on his hind legs. He let out another earsplitting roar when he saw the sandwing escape, peering down the tunnel with one fiery eye. Then he turned away, swatting at Snowstorm, lunging and gnashing his teeth together in an attempt to tear her to pieces.

[littlecandyraver]

( i'm sososo sorry! my teacher decided to ramp up our homework on the last two weeks... )

Ember ran through the corridors of the castles, narrowly avoiding the falling chunks. He raced into the prison area, stumbling over the legs of the escaping dragons. He squished up against a wall, avoiding being trampled. He let loose a small scream as he almost got trampled by a running Sandwing. He stumbled along the wall, plopping down when coming to a dip in where some dragons were fighting. He wailed, his voice scarcely heard among the chaos.

[Yveltal]

[ No problem! I've been quite busy myself recently, hah ]

Torrent glanced from Rift, to the battle, and back again. "I'm going in there," she said determinedly. "And don't worry. I promise I won't get myself killed," she joked, but knew it wasn't quite the best time for it. Folding her wings, she dove down towards the volcano, bursting through the hole and spreading her wings to hover. Torrent's eyes hardened as she saw Snowstorm desperately dodging the massive dragon's swipes and bites.
word"Hey! You big mongrel jerk!" she called, swooping around Wrethen's head like a fly. The SeaWing landed just behind his horns, sitting leisurely down where he couldn't easily reach for her. She yawned, lashing her tail, despite be almost thrown off as he thrashed around swatting at Rift's IceWing friend.

"I'll be fine! Just get to safety!" Snowstorm called as she weaved through Wrethen's swipes, casting one more glance as Pharaoh disappeared into the tunnel. She wiped a single tear with her talon and focused on the massive hybrid, inhaling. If anything happened to Pharaoh.. Snowstorm shook her head, knowing that the others would be alright. The IceWing flew in a fast spiral around Wrethen, calling up the cold inside her, and blasting huge clouds of frostbreath straight at the monster's face. Not that it would do much, most likely.

Pathfinder fled deeper through the tunnel, snapping his wings open and lunging into the air. He sped out of the mountain, sharply winging downwards and into the now-empty prison area. Once he landed, he curled into a ball, clutching his head. A splitting headache pounding through his head as images flashed behind his eyes. A vision? Now, of all times?
wordA massive black dragon standing before seven dragons. A large - presumably male - brown dragon stepped forward, then crumpled to the ground, screaming in agony.
wordThen it was gone.
wordPathfinder let out the breath he didn't know he was holding, panting. Slowly he released his talons from his head, eyes still shut tight. Another vision he couldn't figure out. He knew it was about Wrethen.. But he didn't see the other seven dragons. Wonderful.

[ghostmaker]

Hope blinked and spots filled her vision. You will not pass out. You will NOT pass out, Hope. She shook her head, her vision clearing and she spat a jet of venom on the monster's tail. She roared and flew above his head, taking her talons across the top of it. "That was for trying to eat Snowstorm!" She flew up and dived towards his tail, biting down on the vulnerable spot that every dragon had. "And that was for waking up! Oh and by the way, you need to use a breath freshener or something. I almost passed out when I smelled you."

Terra sighed. "Guys! Where- woah." She stared at the massive black thing in front of her and flew up to Snowstorm. "How are we going to stop it?" She shook her head when she saw a flash of orange scales in a cave entrance. "Nevermind! Be right back!" She dived past Rift and paused for a moment, looking at him, then dodged a wing. Landing on the edge, she crept forwards and hear a wail. She walked in that direction and saw one of Sapphire's dragonets. "Um.. I'm pretty sure that you're Ember. Come on, I'll take you somewhere safe."

[AGGUA!]

Wrethen-
Wrethen roared when he felt ice breath bite into his scales like a million little needles, but was more enraged when he felt his tail flare up painfully from Hope's venom on his heavily spined tail. But he raised his tail, then slammed it roughly against the rocks, dislodging them and sending them raining down. He did this several times, thumping his whip thin tail against the stone. That would take care of the rainwing, at least. Then of course there was the other dragon clinging like a burr to the back of his neck, but she wasn't making any move to injure him, and he focused more on Snowstorm. He drew back, like a cobra about to strike, a hissing sound coming from his throat. Ice erupted from his open jaws, spraying along the rock surfaces, following close behind the icewing.

Pharaoh-
Pharaoh was back on the beach again, gazing at the volcano despite his fear. It was rumbling like it was about to erupt, and he felt a fire burn inside of his chest. While his friends were in there, battling the monstrosity below him, he was safe here, watching dragons flee. He wanted to rejoin the fight!... He wanted Snowstorm to be proud of him for once. He... Something interrupted Pharaoh's thoughts, and that was the sight of another sandwing further along the beach. She was watching the volcano intensely as well... But why? He drew in a shaky breath, turning away from her, his train of guilty thoughts getting back on the tracks.

[broner]

Rift lashed his head back and forth, torn. For one, Torrent was out there, risking her life so that some dragons she didn't even know would be saved. For another, his traitorous comrades were the dragons who were in danger. He was determined to avoid them, but he couldn't just sit there like a lazy sack of crabs. No, he had to intervene. Rift sucked in his breath and puffed out his chest, flaring his fins, and raced to the others' aid. His lack of a projectile weapon proved enormously hindering. But he darted in and clawed his way to where Torrent was perched, albeit accumulating several scratches in the process. "You're insane!" he huffed, clinging to a spine.

Taleweaver, concerned for the younger dragons, decided it was best to help. She buzzed in circles above the monster's head like a fly, shooting jets of dancing, glowing fire at his ears. She clutched and pulled on her ears as the other SeaWing dove in with the former, shrieking, "You idiot!"

Gale, who had been looping in the air merrily, laughing with a lilting tone, finally broke his mirth to observe the scene below. That was something he didn't want in his paradise of being free. So, he hurtled at Wrethen, attempting to jab his horns below his chin and incapacitate him.