Wings of Fire: The Darkest Hour (Not Accepting)

[AGGUA!]

☀ PHARAOH ☀
SandWing ☀ Male ☀ Chosen ☀ Tags- Everyone

Pharaoh wasn't really convinced that Snowstorm had the authority to make Starkeeper the new queen, but he wasn't about to question it. It HAD to be what everyone wanted... She was the one who had killed Foreseer, after all, and the scrolls hadn't said a thing about any daughters, or even a mate, for that matter. So he supposed Snow DID have the power to replace her with Foreseer.

He bowed, his wings sweeping the ground, knowing that even though Star was his friend she WAS queen now, and he needed to show her some respect. When he sat back up though, he had tears in his eye, whether from his dead mother, happiness, or the thought of Wrethen's havoc spreading like wildfire, he didn't know. But they were there, rolling down his snout as he glanced over at his mother's corpse.

Pharaoh stood up, slowly slinking over to her, nudging her head with his talons. He laid down, slipping one of her silvery bangles off of her wrist. It was smooth and cold in his talons, like Sidewinder's lifeless body. He hugged the bangle close to his chest. It was crafted to look like a dragoness with her wings folded back, her tail touching her snout, as though she were made of mercury. He curled his talons around it, two sapphire eyes glinting up at him.

It was beautiful, that he knew... She had several other bracelets, but they were all golden, to match his scales... And he'd rather let her keep them. The one he was holding, however, didn't have to go to waste.

He sat there for a long time, listening to the sounds of the cheering NightWings as they touched down on the beach, rushing past him without so much as a glance. Pharaoh dipped his head, his forehead brushing against his mother's closing his one eye. I never knew you... But I always wondered what it might've been like if I had grown up without being part of the prophecy, with you there, with you a part of my normal life, he thought to his mother. But I don't want any of that now... I have what I've always wanted. And I wouldn't have that right now if it wasn't for you.

Finally Pharaoh raised his head to look over at Snowstorm, Starkeeper, and the cheering NightWings. They hadn't done it; the prophecy was incomplete. There hadn't been any mention of Wrethen in it... But they would be the ones to stop him. Nobody else could.

Gripping the bracelet tightly, he slowly weaved his way through the crowd until he was next to Snowstorm, who was holding Foreseer's circlet above Star's head. He head Pathfinder's words and glanced over at him, nodding. "We'll get through it," he said softly, wrapping his talons around Snowstorm's free paw. He held them up, slipping the bangle onto her wrist. "We have to." {How many presents has Pharaoh given Snow at this point? 3, I think?}

He stopped, looking up, narrowing his one eye when he saw Torrent's azure blue head poking out from between the rocks. She was waving her talons and beating her wings, pointing towards something beside her that wasn't visible to the SandWing. "Something's wrong," Pharaoh whispered. He spread his wings and lunged into the sky, rising up towards her.

{Well that's just great DX
I'm leaving to go camping and not getting back until Sunday, around a week later
And V.2 is probably gonna be up during that time
NNNUUUUUUU}

[broner]

Taleweaver's eyes flew open, and she raised her throbbing head, wondering for a dazed moment if she was dead. Then her vision cleared and she found that she had been thrown into the ground, a rut trail sloping from in front of her. What happened...? went her mind sluggishly. Gale, the SkyWing, was lying some ways away from her, his neck contorted into an unnatural shape, one arm barely connected, tail smashed flat, and tongue lolling out. His eyes stared blankly into the sky, all the torture vanished. Gale. I hope you're happier now. This means at least one of my futures I saw came true.
Gazing around again, she noticed another dragon. Her vision was still blurry, and she couldn't quite make out who it was. But there was something unmistakable about them. "Chaoscaller," she croaked, then hacked, and blood spilled from her mouth. Her wounds oozed blood, but she didn't really care. Nothing mattered.

[AGGUA!]

✘ CHAOSCALLER ✘
NightWing ✘ Female ✘ Longer ✘ Tags- Taleweaver

Chaoscaller was sitting up, blood smeared across her scales, her pale white eyes looking viciously down at Gale's limp form. She had scorch marks blasted along her scales, turning some of the snowy ones on her neck a crackling black. When she heard Taleweaver behind her, she raised her head, slowly turning around to look at her. Her eyes had a crazy look to them, and she was shuddering violently.

She didn't know what was happening... One minute, Wrethen was there, the next, she had fled the island... And now the SkyWing was dead at her talons, his blood dripping from her claws. "... T-tale-taleweaver," she stuttered, taking one shaky step forward. "You're alive... How... Fortunate." The NightWing suddenly shuddered violently, collapsing onto the ground, blood slipping out from between her teeth.

[broner]

Taleweaver pushed herself to her talons, staring intently at Chaoscaller. "What... are you--" and then Chaoscaller convulsed, thrashing on the ground, with scarlet blood seeping from her mouth, making a grotesque gurgling sound that made Taleweaver want to tear her ears off. Crinkling her snout with disgust, she slowly stepped forward. "C...Chaoscaller, you... What happened?" Her eyes darted to the bloodstains on the other dragon's claws to Gale's ravaged corpse, and fit the pieces together in her mind. "Was... was Gale stepped on by Wrethen, and you finished him off?" she asked threateningly.

[AGGUA!]

✘ CHAOSCALLER ✘
NightWing ✘ Female ✘ Longer ✘ Tags- Taleweaver

Chaoscaller was now eye level with Taleweaver, since they were both lying on the ground. She shuddered, watching the NightWing thrash like a dying animal. It would be so easy... It would be so EASY to slit her throat...

She could practically feel the scales pressing against her talons as she sank her claws into them, tearing into the flesh beneath. Feel the blood rub up against them, staining them red... Killing was so EASY...

"... N-no-no," was all the NightWing said in reply, her talons gripping the ground viciously. "No no... No..." She slammed her talons down on the earth in front of her, dragging herself across the slick grass, snarling. She could kill Taleweaver... She could KILL HER...

[broner]

Taleweaver, retreated, snarling. "You're insane!" she barked, lifting a paw and swiping it at Chaoscaller. Her wings unfurled seemingly of their own accord, and though weak, she tried to lift off. "Get--Get away from me, you mentally unstable buffoon!" The lacerations in her side stung and she nearly cried out.

[AGGUA!]

✘ CHAOSCALLER ✘
NightWing ✘ Female ✘ Longer ✘ Tags- Taleweaver

Normally, Chaoscaller was calm and collected, and she knew exactly who she was in the world and exactly what she was feeling. But right now, her mind was blurring, her memory was fading... What was going on? Why was she like this? Why...

She felt Taleweaver's claws connect with her snout and she flinched, but didn't back away. She felt the blood trickle down her scales and into her open mouth, and she licked her lips with her forked tongue.

Suddenly the NightWing lunged, sinking her bloodstained claws into Taleweaver's tail and yanking her backwards. She raised her talons, but instead of sinking them into the NightWing's neck, she raked them across her own eyes, yowling in pain. WHY she was doing this, she didn't know... She didn't know anything anymore... She couldn't feel anything anymore...

[broner]

As Chaoscaller's claws dug into her tail, Taleweaver yelped and whirled to face her, only to find her goring her eyes out with her own talons. "STOP!" Taleweaver shrieked, frozen to the spot. The other dragon was too far gone, though, and sat there screaming at the top of her lungs, her eyes completely ripped out now. Taleweaver knew she had to do something. She growled, "Chaoscaller. You were better than this at one point. It is your time." The older NightWing threw herself at the sightless one, pinning her to the ground. "Goodbye, Chaoscaller." In the next interval of soundless scream, Taleweaver turned her head so that their jaws would interlock, then summoned the boiling heat inside her, releasing a searing hot jet of flame from her maw. Chaoscaller screamed in agony and Taleweaver resumed her assault. Chaoscaller finally fell limp and Taleweaver let go, allowing the corpse to fall to the ground, jaws still parted in her last howl.

[AGGUA!]

WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING WHY IS TALEWEAVER KILLING THINGS WHY IS CHAOSCALLER KILLING HERSELF.
-Rifto's impression of Flamecaller on what happened to our roleplay characters, to sunnydragonrulz.

It's time for a Chaoscaller memorial
It is art time.

[broner]

(( Chaoscaller's death.

))