Wings of Fire: The Darkest Hour (Not Accepting)

[AGGUA!]

Does Gale have firescales? Just asking

Wrethen-
Wrethen took advantage of the time when the nightwing stopped, hovering in midair, screeching at yet another dragon who had settled down behind his horns. He raised his talons, bringing them down on her spine and batting her away in the direction of the rocks below, like a cat might do with a (winged) mouse. He drew his head back, shifting his weight onto his hind legs, hissing in pain when he felt something poke into the area just below his head. Whatever it was would kill him given the chance. Foreseer, follow me, Wrethen growled in his mind. Then he shoved off with his back legs, lunging into the air, breaking through the rock and attempting to claw his way out of the island and into the sky.

Sidewinder- Pharaoh-
"Dragonet," Sidewinder said making the smaller sandwing jump. "Gah! Don't do that!" he yelped, scrambling backwards. Apparently the sandwing had snuck up on him while he had been fixed on the volcano. She blinked her one eye, snorting. "Why aren't you in there with your friends, Sand Prodigy?" Pharaoh opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. "My one friend... She told me not to." "She," Sidewinder echoed. It was around that time when another tremor hit, as powerful as the very first one to hit. It knocked both of the off of their feet, even from this distance, and you could see cracks splitting along the volcano with sounds like gunshots. Sidewinder got to her talons, her gaze growing hard as she stared at the sandwing struggling to get up. "If your friend's still in there, she's as good as dead," Sidewinder stated in a most unhelpful tone. "SHUT UP!!!" Pharaoh roared, getting up with lightning speed, spreading his wings, and lunging into the sky. He didn't care what Snowstorm had said. He was going back in there. Sidewinder stared after him, shocked at how quickly he would react, but she grinned at him as he left. "That's right, go help those who need it. Don't stick around here watching everything in your life fall apart. You don't want to end up like me."

Sorry if I'm powerplaying a bit, I don't know what to do

[broner]

[center]Does Gale have firescales? Just asking

No, he doesn't.

[littlecandyraver]

Ember stared up at Terra, pale eyes blinking, before he walked up to her and clung onto her claw." Pwease. i don't wanna die here." He said, screwing his eyes shut as chunk landed near him. He scrambled up Terra's arm to her shoulder, where he clung on for dear life.

[Yveltal]

"Woah! Be careful, you big hunk of black junk!" Torrent yelped as she fell off Wrethen's neck, narrowly dodging some of his swipes. She quickly flapped her wings, landing awkwardly on the edge of the pit, and darted away to the wall before she was pummeled by the giant dragon.

Foreseer obeyed, launching into the air and following Wrethen as he clawed his way out of the cave. I've searched my entire reign as queen for you.. I had visions as a dragonet.. I can't believe you're h- The thought was immediately cut off as the NightWing roared in pain and fury. Waves of chills pulsed up her tail and hind leg, and she whipped around to see Snowstorm glaring defiantly at her and the hybrid. "You aren't going anywhere yet, you jerks."

[broner]

Rift tumbled from Wrethen, being forced to attempt to activate his crippled wing. He was not met with immediate success; he bounced off of the enormous dragon's shoulder before finally straightening his wing out enough to glide (relatively) safely to the ground, where he skidded to a halt on his belly.

Taleweaver, who had been swatted away ferociously, flipped through the air, flailing her wings rapidly. She was crumpled to the rocks below, attempting to get back up, when suddenly the most likely futures-- good and bad --hit her like a truck.
Wrethen prevailing in defeating all the defenders, roaring at the sky in triumph and loosing jets of flame.
Taleweaver struck to the ground again, this time not getting up.
The monster crashing to the ground, light flickering out of his eyes.
The dragonets retreating, with the absence of the SeaWing.
Gale, smashed into the ground with his dying breath crushed out of him.
Again Wrethen defeated, but this time with Foreseer plummeting after him with her throat ripped out.

Even more swirled around in her head, and she was left crouching with her front talons clasped over her horns.

[Yveltal]

Torrent skidded across the crumbling stone floor, ducking just as Wrethen launched upwards. She yelped as one of his back talons slashed against her forearm, leaving a long, wide gash. The SeaWing immediately tucked her arms under her and dropped to the stone, rolling to avoid his tail. Torrent quickly ran over to Rift, her left arm limping, but lowered her head and pushed upward with her shoulder, trying to help the other SeaWing up. "We need to get you out of here. You're in no state to fight," she said quietly, but determinedly. "I'll help Snowstorm once you're safe." She quickly scanned the nearest wall, finally noticing the main entrance to the cave, and led Rift towards it.

Foreseer squared up to the determined IceWing, gold eyes glinting with malice and teeth bared. All the futures she had seen.. they would not be thrown away. The queen had dismissed the visions of her lying in her own pool of blood, unable to breath, certain in her own victory. She was doing this for the whole tribe! And yet dragons like Taleweaver and Chaoscaller had no faith. She hovered closer to Snowstorm, her snarl replaced with a wide grin that showed all her fangs. "Ah, Wrethen. You may have already met her, but this is Snowstorm, the one who set you free. A very useful dragon, isn't she? I was trying to make her help me find you, but of course, she didn't comply. But she released you in the end. Exactly the way I foresaw."
wordForeseer lifted her head, towering over Snowstorm, and still had the grin plastered across her face with half-closed eyes. So many plans for this dragonet.. Perhaps she could torture the IceWing even more, so that she was forced into enchanting the queen to be immortal. Now that would be thrilling. No way to kill the NightWing queen. She could rule forever, over all the tribes, with Wrethen as king. Obviously not married into the throne. But.. Wrethen was here now.. He could grant Foreseer immortality, if he so pleased. She flicked her tail at Snowstorm, eyes and starry wings gleaming in the low light. "Wrethen, would you be so kind as to kill her?" she said casually.

Snowstorm's eyes flickered from Wrethen to Foreseer and back again. A new emotion blazed through them, one she didn't feel often: fear. A hot, burning fear of her own death. Who would lead the dragonets? Who would keep them together? How would Pharaoh bare with her gone?
wordWorse, how would she bare with him gone? She wouldn't see him again.
wordSnowstorm curled her talons into fists, glaring daggers into Foreseer. Oh, how she wanted to slice that smug look clean off her damned sorry face. Without thinking, she let out a piercing roar of fury, lunging straight at the larger NightWing, talons extended and teeth bared. The IceWing neatly slashed her talons across the queen's left cheek, leaving a long, wide gash and earning a roar of pain. The queen stumbled backwards in midair, clutching her face, and Snowstorm twisted around and blasted a cloud of frostbreath straight at Wrethen's face. She spun around, lashing her tail out at Foreseer, then shot up towards the giant black monster, clawing furiously at any spot she could reach.

[AGGUA!]

Wrethen-
Wrethen's eyes blazed down at the queen, and he froze, narrowing them as they fell upon the icewing. When she attacked and went after him next, he roared, snaking his head around and biting down on her whipthin tail. He swung his head back around, unfurling his massive wings as far as they could reach in the cramped space, then broke through the last level of the cavern and out into the open of the island. Out here, he looked even bigger, and in a rage he crouched, bringing his head closer to the ground, then swung it upwards with a sound like a whip snapping, and released the icewing, hissing madly, smoking dark blood pouring from several small wounds.

Pharaoh-
Pharaoh felt his insides freeze together when he saw the enormous dragon out in the open for the first time, and hopefully the last time. "SNOW!!!" he screeched, his voice cracking. "SNOW, WHERE ARE YOU?!?" He let out a piercing cry, something between a snarl and a sob, then beat his wings harder, rocketing towards the larger dragon. In truth, he didn't know what to do. It was like Wrethen couldn't be killed. Whether it was from his size or from some weird magic he didn't know, and Pharaoh knew deep down that he wouldn't make much of a difference. But it was so much better than not trying anything. A life without Snowstorm? Back at the mountain, she was one of the main and only things that had kept him going. But recently? Lately? It was unbearable.

[Yveltal]

Snowstorm hissed in pain and fury when she was yanked backwards by strong jaws, clawing the air with her talons as she was released. Her wings wouldn't catch the air properly, and just as she attempted to flap them for stability, she crashed into the black sand beach. The IceWing skidded on her side for a while before finally stopping, head flopped on the sand. Blood ran down her temple and from several wounds from the sharp stones, and from Wrethen. Snowstorm grit her teeth, fighting to remain conscious, and opened her eyes slightly, full of rage as she glared at the black monster. Quickly she shut them again as pain pulsed through her spine from the impact, causing her to wince.

Foreseer followed Wrethen out of the gaping hole, her left talons covering her gash, but an eerie smile was across her dark face. Her eyes looked like she wasn't in the real world, and she wasn't, really. The queen was observing all the futures that unfolded from this one: Snowstorm dying on a beach; Pharaoh and the other dragonets dying at the talons of her and Wrethen; Foreseer sitting elegantly on a throne of white marble, traced with gold, and Wrethen laying regally behind her in a half circle around the dais. But it always shifted to the queen instead on the beach, twitching, as the life bled out of her through her throat. She quickly pushed it away, focusing on the current events.
wordThe NightWing queen shot forward as Pharaoh lunged at Wrethen, spinning in midair and slamming straight into the SandWing. She slashed her talons at his snout and chest, grinning. "Now, SandWing, I don't think you've noticed, but I believe your friend is dying on the shore. Obviously you don't care enough about her to help. So sad," she said with a mock pitying tone.

[AGGUA!]

Wrethen-
Wrethen narrowed his eyes down at the icewing, leaving Foreseer to deal with Pharaoh. He raised his jagged talons, nearly as long as Snowstorm's forearm, and rested them on her body, pinning her down, even though she wasn't making any move to get up. He tightened his grip, raising his other set of talons, running one under her chin. "Shall I kill her, Foreseer?" he hissed, lashing his tail.

Pharaoh-
"NO!!! SNOWSTORM, DON'T LISTEN TO HER!!!" Pharaoh choked, howling as he felt talons sink into his scales. He clawed at anywhere he could reach, stabbing his barbed tail at her again and again, but ultimately missing. "DON'T!!! DON'T KILL HER!!! NO, NO PLEASE!!! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!" He let out a strangled roar, tears running down his snout and mixing in with the blood from the scratches across his lip.

Sidewinder-
Sidewinder could hear Pharaoh's roars of suffering, even from this distance, and she felt her heart hammer in her chest. She wanted to help the both of them, but it would be foolish to rush in there and assault the queen. Wrethen would kill her. She started muttering to herself, pacing the beach, debating to herself. Go help the sandwing? Or stay here, where it was safe, but be a coward? It was a tough call, one of the tougher ones she had made in her life. But for now, she stayed put.

[Yveltal]

"Oh, why not? And make it slow, so this poor dragonet can watch every bit of her pain." Foreseer grinned at Pharaoh, eyes glinting with malice as she tucked her wings in, dove, then swooped back upward, slamming into Pharaoh again. Usually her soldiers did all her dirty work, but it was so wonderful to have blood on her claws again. Twisting around, she latched onto the SandWing's back and beat her wings in one powerful motion, attempting to thrust him forward, then leaped off him and into the air.

"No," Snowstorm choked, blinking blood out of her eyes. She couldn't let the monster see her cry.. "Please. I.. I can h-help you. J-just let P-Pharaoh go free. P-please." A tear streamed down her face, and she stared into Wrethen's malicious red eyes. He was so powerful. Would they ever beat him? What if she used her powers? But she had used them enough already.. she couldn't risk it.. but once more? She needed to appear like she was giving up, though..