Wings of Fire: The Darkest Hour (Not Accepting)

[AGGUA!]

Chaoscaller-
Chaoscaller debated whether or not to dress herself up to look different. She could smear ashes on her white face, but those would fade away at some point. It was really no use trying to change the color of her scales... But if she acted wounded, maybe she could trick them into believing that Foreseer had betrayed her. That she could help them get to Snowstorm... And then stab them in the back. Her kind of plan, for sure. She was still bleeding freely from her gashed forearm, but she would need more than that. She gritted her fangs together to keep from screaming as she raised her talons...

[Yveltal]

Foreseer picked up the stained dagger, once again turning it over in her talons. Her eyes and the metal blade both glittered dangerously in the dim light. "Oh, I have been torturing her," she said casually, wiping off a bit of leftover blue blood with one talon. "Don't worry. She'll help us. But maybe you can have a go, to see if you can crack her." Foreseer flipped the blade over so she was holding the sharp end, the handle facing out so Taleweaver could take it.

[broner]

Taleweaver had to admit, it was tempting to torture the IceWing with a blade... She took it by the blunt side, twirling it in her talons. "Oh, that I will," she growled under her breath, whirling around to stalk out of the throne room.

[AGGUA!]

Chaoscaller-
It was all a question of where to go, next. Her sides were heaving, slick with blood, the intense pain making her bones ache. But hey, she was used to this pain. She always had been... That was the price you had to pay to watch others suffer. Should she go help the dragons beneath her?... Only they were trying to heal the one dragon she had injured. But the nightwing was down there, and on the other talon, that one sandwing had flown into a rage when they had returned. A smaller crowd... She could deal with them. She easily clamped a mental shield down on her thoughts in case the nightwing tried anything, then spread her slightly torn wings, flapping them once and lunging forward, diving off the side of the volcano. She flew in a haphazard way, trying to look even more injured, and narrowed her eye.

[Yveltal]

Bayou slung his satchel strap over his neck and shoulders, turning, then glanced over his shoulder at Starkeeper. ''I'll be right back. Stay here with Rift.'' He spread his wings and launched into the air, gliding back around the mountain in a wide arc, until he finally spotted the caves, not noticing Chaoscaller flying towards Star and Rift.. He touched down in front of them, hurrying in. ''Pharaoh, do we have anything that will help Rift? And bad news. Remember that old fortress from centuries ago? Looooks like it's rebuilt. And way bigger. And occupied. But we can't leave until we've rescued Snowstorm and healed Rift.''

[AGGUA!]

Pharaoh-
Pharaoh was towards the back of his cave with his back facing the outside world, caught in his own dark cloud of thoughts. Nobody had spoken to him since Bayou left with Starkeeper to go wash out Rift's wounds. When he heard Bayou's voice, he jumped. He glanced in his direction, breathing heavily out of his nose. "Figure that out yourself?" he replied rudely, getting up and stalking over to him. "They're keeping her there... I can feel it. But there isn't any doubt that it's guarded, so there's no way in."

Chaoscaller-
It was around the time when Chaoscaller sealed her eyes shut completely and went limp, bracing herself for the stone impact. She felt something hard slam into her spine and knock the wind out of her, and she let out a cry of pain. Blood filled her vision, staining the water from the spring a dark red. She glimpsed the seawing and the nightwing, then let her head fall to the ground, her wings flopping out on either side as she moaned. "They... Betrayed me..." she murmured, then pretended to have gone unconscious.

[Yveltal]

Bayou furrowed his brow, lashing his tail slightly. ''We'll find a way to get her, but we have to help Rift first.'' He tapped a talon on the stone. ''Maybe Hope can disguise herself as a NightWing, so she can sneak in, while we heal him.''

[BudgieLover5000]

Beluga: When grouped with a temperamental prisoner, a dragon could not help but sulk at the back of the cell and avoid it's angry gaze. Beluga clawed the wall of the cage, making an obnoxious CRRRRRLK sound, almost like talons on a chalkboard on the stone. His droopy ears tightened to his head as his cagemate, Torrent, literally released a torrent of anger at being caged in the prison. "Shrimp an' seagulls and sea otters too........ I'll never have them again as long as I am doomed" he sang, and with that threw his head back and erupted into a loud, unpleasant wail of sadness. He was like the equivalent of a child not being able to get the carnival toy they wanted.

(Quick song is quick, lol)

[AGGUA!]

Pharaoh-
Pharaoh shook his head. "No. The nightwing queen is too smart. A rainwing is too different from a rainwing... They'd chain her up," Pharaoh insisted. He sighed. "Alright, take me to... Rift." He had been searching for the right name... He wished he could say 'Snowstorm' instead.

[broner]

Taleweaver strode down the corridor once more, the blunt end of the knife stuck between her teeth. Now, she would address that IceWing... Perhaps not in the way Foreseer had intended, but she could confront her nevertheless... Unlatching the cell door to the private cell of Snowstorm's, Taleweaver gave her a wide, maniacal grin, blade still in her mouth.