Wings of Fire: The Darkest Hour (Not Accepting)

[AGGUA!]

(( Chaoscaller's death.

))

MY GOD YES
I JUST
I CANT
I CANT

[littlecandyraver]

( aside from that being the best thing ever, i'm back and at em, baby!)

Ember sat on top of a rock 10 meters from the other dragons. he didn't know what to do, He was just Crouched on a rock, looking down at the sand. He sat up and looked around, blinking. His yellowish eyes settled on The corpse of Foreseer, and He simply blinked.The big black dragon is dead.Something in his mind said.She was mean, anyway. He tore his gaze away from her body and looked around at the rubble, and then up at the surviving nightwings flying away. He jumped off the rock and stumbled towards Terra, before sitting down beside her.

[Yveltal]

[ snowstorm - female - everyone ]

after snowstorm placed the circlet on starkeeper's head, the icewing bowed, crisscrossing her forearms and spreading her wings. it's an odd feeling, realizing the friend you'd grown up with was now queen of a whole tribe, and that she had killed the queen she had spied for. of all the dragonets, starkeeper was really the hero of all of them. snowstorm finally rose, opening her mouth to speak, but her attention was caught by something cool sliding along her scales. the icewing glanced up to see pharaoh slipping a bracelet around her arm, silver and like a snake coiled around it. snowstorm smiled softly, resting her head under the sandwing's chin. "we'll get through it," she echoed. "and we won't give up. not for a minute." but she was once again distracted by pharaoh when he said that something was wrong, and she lifted her head, bright eyes spotting the form of torrent. furrowing her brow, snowstorm spread her wings, launching into the air after pharaoh, until her gaze met rift. he was injured somewhat severely, with the other seawing laid next to him, head resting on his shoulder. the icewing immediately dove down toward her friend, awkwardly landing and rushing over. torrent quietly backed away, sadness filling her eyes.

snowstorm crouched beside the sapphire-blue seawing, inspecting his wounds and checking for a pulse. "he's alive," she sighed quietly with a relieved tone. how could she have abandoned rift like she did? thank the moons torrent was there to help him, but snowstorm kept on scolding herself and fearing rift would die on the island. no. not on our watch. pharaoh can heal him.

[ wow this is alive
after pharaoh heals rifto, i'll make the last post and we can start v. two :> ]

[BudgieLover5000]

(There's a version two? I know I haven't been active here, but that's mainly 'cause my characters couldn't really do much and weren't important to anything so I just faded away)

[AGGUA!]

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

Pharaoh felt an immediate stab of guilt at seeing his friend laying unconscious on the stone floor. The sounds of cheering NightWings, which, just a few seconds ago, had seemed joyful, now seemed to screech at him. You left him! You left your FRIEND! the snarled, their words digging into his ears and refusing to let go. He knelt next to the SeaWing, fumbling for his citrine necklace, yanking it up and over his horns so that the chain flopped off of his talons with the gemstone clutched tightly in them.

He quickly ran it across Rift's wounds, the scales beginning to knit themselves back together and smooth themselves over, leaving irregular scar patterns. He felt a lump form in his throat as he rested his head against his chest, but a heartbeat was still there, ringing guiltily in his ears just like the NightWing's cheers from below. "You'll be fine, Rift," he whispered, his voice shaky as he lifted up the necklace. He had healed every wound. Rift would be scarred for life, the both of them would be... But at least he was alive.

Pharaoh let the necklace fall over his head and thud against the skyfire that was already there, then sat down next to Torrent, resting his talons on Rift's scales. "Just please... PLEASE get up..."

[ghostmaker]

Hope staggered to her feet, blood slowly oozing out of a nasty scar on her front leg. The once beautiful RainWing now had a streak of blood on her mouth, cuts all over he back from hitting the rocks, and burns from Foreseer's fire. She took a step, feeling determined, and her legs fell out from underneath her. Her vision blurring, she fell unconscious.


Terra was fine. All she had gotten was a cut on her back and a few scattered around, but other than that, the MudWing was well. A lump in her throat, she went to sit next to Pharaoh, her eyes glimmering with tears. She could've helped him. And now his lifeline was hanging between life and death. She watched the SeaWing's chest rise and fall, praying he would wake.

[broner]

A shudder ran through Rift's body, and his heart started pumping faster. Abruptly his head shot up, and his breath caught in his throat, causing him to gag. Blood dripped from two scratches over his lip into his mouth, and he spat it out, disgusted. His breathing was ragged and uneven, and each breath drilled into his lungs as if he were being stabbed in the heart. He could barely muster the strength to gasp, "H-ow... how did..." and then he broke into another fit of coughing, spattering the floor with spittle.

[Yveltal]

[ snowstorm - female - everyone ]

snowstorm let out a relieved sigh as rift awoke, and torrent ran back over, shutting her eyes and once again resting her head on the other seawing's shoulder. "don't you dare scare us like that again," the icewing said quietly, nudging rift with her shoulder. they couldn't lose each other. not after what they'd been through. snowstorm cast her cool blue gaze across the vast shore below them, all the nightwings bowing respectfully and quietly to the two others down below above foreseer's body. she found herself glancing across the sea, the black form of wrethen merely a speck in the darkening sky. he was gone. most likely not forever, but gone. they'd fulfilled their duty. they'd stopped the queen. brought peace to the taken kingdoms. wrethen was still in the world, most likely intent on following foreseer's path as he did a few millennia ago, but he was gone. and snowstorm had the felling he would be for a long time.

the icewing turned to her gaze back to the other dragonets, gathered by the yawning mouth of the exposed cave. we did it ourselves. wrethen couldn't stop us from killing foreseer. no-one could. though really, it was starkeeper who did the most. snowstorm slowly rose to her feet, wings folding tightly against her back and eyes turned toward the direction of the mainland. "c'mon, guys," she said softly.

"let's go home."

[ first post is coming shortly. ]

[AGGUA!]

OH MY LORD THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL

like SLEAPER

But NOT QUITE AS BEAUTIFUL