Wings of Fire: The Darkest Hour (Not Accepting)

[Yveltal]

Pathfinder tried sinking his talons into Pharaoh's scales, desperately holding on. It was like trying to wrestle a thrashing shark. Finally his fangs slipped free from his tail, sending him flailing through the air towards the ground. He quickly spread his starry wings at the last minute, and shot upwards with one powerful beat. He thrust himself towards Pharaoh, a determined look in his green eyes as he slashed his claws upward towards the SandWing's underbelly. Pathfinder then barreled into him, both slamming into the wall once more.

Snowstorm let out a yelp as she felt herself slam into the giant stone carving, slumping down. She looked up to give Chaoscaller a glare, a trail of dark blood dripping down the left side of her forehead. The IceWing heaved herself to her feet just as the larger NightWing pounced forward, and Snowstorm backed up until she was flat against the wall. Without thinking, she shut her eyes and curled her talons inward. She opened her sky-blue eyes again, just as the ground began to rumble beneath their talons. The stone seemed to burst out of the ground towards Chaoscaller, jutting rocks shooting upwards, and Snowstorm clenched her talons harder.

[AGGUA!]

Quick question, just REAL quick;

What's going on with the ground? (Is you know who finally waking uuppppp? >:3)

[Yveltal]

[ Basically Snowstorm is controlling it to attack Chaoscaller. I also thought it would open a.. window of opportunity. >:D ]

[AGGUA!]

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He was a bit confused at first when the faint smell of sulfur surrounded him, but as he inhaled deeply through his nose, he couldn't help but managing a small deep laugh. He stretched out his aching muscles, spreading his wings as far as he could, using his nose to search for a way out of this prison. FINALLY!!! his mind roared, the stone rumbling beneath his talons.

Chaoscaller-
Chaoscaller heard someone roar in her mind, and she knew who it was immediately. She gave Snowstorm one quick look then spread her wings and shot up through the hole, narrowly dodging the oncoming stone. It stunned her a bit how the icewing could do that, even though she was aware of her animus abilities, but she wasn't about to stay down there for another second. It seemed as though he had finally woken up... She had woken him up after all.

Pharaoh-
Pharaoh hated that Snowstorm was using her powers, feeling his own strength fade as blood gushed out of several wounds. He glared at the nightwing, feeling himself growing weak, but put on one last burst of energy and shoved off of the stone with his hind legs, ramming into the nightwing and shoving him backwards and away. "Snowstorm, STOP!!!" he cried.

Gonna go watch a movie, be back later

[Yveltal]

Snowstorm's eyes widened as she realized the damage she was doing. Stone was bursting out of every inch of the ground beneath her, except the small patch she was sitting on, flat against the wall. The IceWing quickly swished her right talons to the left, the stone pausing in midair, then rushing to the left wall, where it all collapsed in a heap. Snowstorm's head lowered, and she breathed heavily, looking up to see a huge, pitch-black figure with red eyes like blazing rubies shoving his way through the hole.

Pathfinder's eyes widened as he heard the same voice in his head, finally recognizing it. He yelped as Pharaoh rammed into him, and quickly beat his wings to right himself. Blood was trickling out of several wounds of his own, but he ignored it as he focused on the mind in the hole below.
It's him. The one Foreseer was looking for.
It's Wrethen.
Pathfinder scrambled in midair, shooting upward towards the ledge he had entered. STAR! his mind bellowed. Where are you? Please tell me you're away from the history caves. He's awake.

Foreseer stood stock-still in the corridor outside Volcano's cell. A faint rumbling could be felt, deep beneath her talons. Foreseer's eyes glittered, and instantly she quickened her pace. "Guards! With me!" she called, and ten armored NightWings immediately came up behind her from guarding the throne room. She sharply turned into a dimly lit, wide corridor, which banked downwards. Her gold circlet and eyes glowed faintly in the brass oil lamps, and Foreseer walked downwards at a steady, quick pace. She knew what this was. She had seen this in a possible future. One that was definite.
Wrethen was waking up. And she had to be there.

[broner]

((Aaaaaand.... all my characters are captured. So do I just wait until they realize their injured friend is absent?))

[AGGUA!]

Reaper-
Reaper felt a faint rumbling beneath his talons and he looked down, backing up a bit. "Uh..." He said slowly, before another tremor hit that knocked him off of his feet. "Hey hey HEY!" he barked, scrambling back to his talons. "What's going on down there?!"

Wrethen- Pharaoh-
Pharaoh froze up, the only movement he made the beating of his wings. "SNOW, GET OUT OF THERE!!!" he bellowed as the hybrid heaved himself through the hole, bashing his head against the stone ceiling and breaking it wide open. Rocks and stalagmites rained down in the small tunnel and he roared, twisting this way and that, knocking out chunks of rock and trying to give himself some more room. For a second, he froze, peering down at the icewing, his eyes blazing intensely. His scales were blacker than the bottom of the ocean, like a night sky without the moon and stars. You... YOU are the one to set me free, he stated in a rumbling tone. Pharaoh roared loudly, trying to get the black dragon's attention so that Snowstorm could escape. The hybrid glancing in his direction, then suddenly his tail exploded out of the rock, and slammed into the sandwing's body. The column of bone and muscle sent him straight into the wall with a resounding CRACK, before he fell to the ground in a heap. "Urgh!" he cried in a strangled tone, bending his head and curling into a ball, fighting of unconsciousness. It wasn't a blow that would kill him, but his ribs were throbbing painfully, and he knew without a doubt that a few were fractured. The black dragon turned back to Snowstorm, heaving more of himself up through the small hole, his forearms slinking out and gripping the rim beneath him, his eyes never leaving Snowstorm's.

[broner]

Rift yelped and backed away from the bars of the cage. He whipped his head to stare at Torrent, snout creasing with an unknown emotion. "What... What's happening?" he snarled at Taleweaver.

Her expression had turned grim and puckered, as if she had eaten the inside of a lemon. "He has arisen," she growled softly, a smirk touching the corners of her mouth. "We're all doomed."

Gale cackled hysterically. "I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! I KNEW WE WERE ALL DOOMED! I TOLD YOU ALL WE WERE ALL DOOMED! I KNEEEEEEEEEEEEW IT!!" He gripped the rusty bars of his cell, throwing his head against them and producing a metallic clang. "I KNEW IT! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIIIIIE!"

[Yveltal]

Snowstorm couldn't move. She simply stood in a partial crouch with her left side pressed against the wall, staring up into the hybrid's eyes. He was huge. Bigger than she thought possible. The IceWing dug her claws into the intact stone beneath her, trying to stop her quivering limbs.
The one dragon Foreseer was trying to awaken. And Snowstorm just did.
Her own sky-blue eyes never left his blazing red ones. "It's you," she choked out. "The hybrid. The one she was trying to bring back."

Foreseer charged down the tunnel, the tremors feeling stronger and stronger with each one she turned into. It felt like hours before the large queen finally burst out of the tunnel and onto another wide ledge overlooking the main history cave, surveying the scene below her.
Her gold eyes gleamed as stone burst out of the ground everywhere, and a massive, pitch-black dragon clawed his way out of the very middle of the cave. A wide grin slowly crept across her face, and Foreseer stepped forward, her voice echoing strong across the vast room. "You're here."

Torrent took a step back, glancing down at the stone floor, and raised her right talons as the ground trembled. Her head shot up and her eyes met Rift's, a flicker of fear darting through her own. What the hell was going on? It seemed to get stronger every minute. Torrent then raised her head as Gale began his yammering again, and shouted, "GALE! SHUT YOUR TRAP!" She lashed her tail, the fear in her eyes replaced with anger. "Three moons, keep your head! We're not doomed!"

[AGGUA!]

Sidewinder-
"Damn it all," Sidewinder muttered, having a pretty good guess as to what was happening far below. She slammed into the bars of her cage, not really expecting that to work, and it didn't. She growled, her barbed tail slithering out into the corridor and curling up towards the lock. Her barb entered carefully, knowing that she could seriously injure it by sticking it into a metal lock of all things. It took around a minute of poking around before she heard a click, then jerked her tail out and rammed into the cell. It swung open and she looked back at the other sandwing in her cell. "Get moving," she hissed. "Leave them."

Reaper-
"Hey WAIT!!!" Reaper snarled at the sandwing far down the corridor, witnessing her little stunt. "GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE, DAMNIT!!!" He rammed his own barb into the lock, bashing it against something inside, and he let out a roar, whether it was out of pain or anger he couldn't tell. This was going to take ages. He had never been imprisoned before, he was too slippery. He hadn't ever been caught before now.

Wrethen-
Wrethen narrowed his eyes at Snowstorm, freezing for a moment. His head, neck, chest, and forearms were out in the open, but his wings were still trapped below in a stiff position, as well as his hind legs. He wanted OUT. But yet, he stopped at the icewing's words."... Yes," he hissed. He heard another voice above him and he raised his head, training his gaze on her instead. It looked like... The QUEEN, from the looks of things. The nightwing queen. But not the old one from so long ago... He began to wonder how many generations he had slept through. He gripped the stone around him tighter, more of his shoulders coming into view, a scraping sound coming from below as he tried to bring his wings through the hole.