«We Could Be Legends»

[Cluckcluck1215]

Wolfram sat on the couch silently, sitting on the same couch as Bleddyn. He leaned against the arm of the couch, his gaze flickering over Bleddyn worriedly.She'll pull through. She got shot with a dart and crashed a dirt bike, and is still conscious. She'll be fine, she'll be FINE! He got up, slowly, not to disturb Bleddyn, and walked over to the table. He picked up the paper with the article about his mother, reading it carefully.
WOMAN CAPTURED BY MASKED MEN.
His eyes darkened, and one hand clenched into a fist. He could punch something right about now... "Rrragh!"He snarled loudly, throwing the papers on the table again. His eyes narrowed in frusterion, and he lifted a foot, about to slam it into the wall. But, he Didnt. Better not...River would kill me. Every emotion swam inside him as he leaned against the wall, a enraged look on his face. Like, a touch-me-I-kill-you look. He was so confuesed about the key, and Mapleshade, The Pure, his mother, Her getting captured, Bleddyn... He was only dimly aware of the few people around him, there voices muted, he only heard mumbling. His eyes where locked on that paper, his nails digging into his hand, blood started welling around his nails, trickling down his hand, going unnoticed to Wolfram.

 

[Rose Quartz]

(Ok.
Hello fellow legends.
Sorry for being away for so long. I was really busy, I apologize!
I'm up to date with everything now.
@Rose Quartz That would be awesome, a PM about the key.)

(Did you read the chat thread too? Im not sure exactly what youre replying to.)

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

(Did you read the chat thread too? Im not sure exactly what youre replying to.)

(Uhh, no actually I didn't)

 

[Rose Quartz]

(Uhh, no actually I didn't)

(Ok, i think we've kind of come to a decision anyway. River's gonna be taking over running the RP, and ill help her where i can. )

 

[Thing2]

(Ok, i think we've kind of come to a decision anyway. River's gonna be taking over running the RP, and ill help her where i can. )

(That'll be great! The Legends have faith in you, River!)

 

[RiverStorm]

(That'll be great! The Legends have faith in you, River!)

(You just gave me a large smile.
You broke my face.)

 

[Thing2]

(You just gave me a large smile.
You broke my face.)

( )

 

[RiverStorm]

( )

("Snap, Zen.")

 

[Amer]

Wolfram sat on the couch silently, sitting on the same couch as Bleddyn. He leaned against the arm of the couch, his gaze flickering over Bleddyn worriedly.She'll pull through. She got shot with a dart and crashed a dirt bike, and is still conscious. She'll be fine, she'll be FINE! He got up, slowly, not to disturb Bleddyn, and walked over to the table. He picked up the paper with the article about his mother, reading it carefully.
WOMAN CAPTURED BY MASKED MEN.
His eyes darkened, and one hand clenched into a fist. He could punch something right about now... "Rrragh!"He snarled loudly, throwing the papers on the table again. His eyes narrowed in frusterion, and he lifted a foot, about to slam it into the wall. But, he Didnt. Better not...River would kill me. Every emotion swam inside him as he leaned against the wall, a enraged look on his face. Like, a touch-me-I-kill-you look. He was so confuesed about the key, and Mapleshade, The Pure, his mother, Her getting captured, Bleddyn... He was only dimly aware of the few people around him, there voices muted, he only heard mumbling. His eyes where locked on that paper, his nails digging into his hand, blood started welling around his nails, trickling down his hand, going unnoticed to Wolfram.

(Wall touches him. Jk)

Sherri looked concerned.
She didn't really want to talk to him right now, he looked like he would hurt her, but she couldn't help but point out. "Uh, Wolf, you're bleeding. Are you ok?"

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

(Wall touches him. Jk)

Sherri looked concerned.
She didn't really want to talk to him right now, he looked like he would hurt her, but she couldn't help but point out. "Uh, Wolf, you're bleeding. Are you ok?"

Wolfram's head jerked up quickly, as if he had been snapped out of a trance. He looked as if he was going to snarl something, when he paused. Something warm, red...sticky, trickled down his hand. His skin was pale, the crimson red liquid glittering brightly against the cold, pale skin. Four marks where bleeding where he had dug his nails into his skin. His pupils narrowed. There was only one sensible thing to do.

So he did it.

In one swift movement, he whirled around, slammed his bleeding hand into the wall as hard as possible, not even a second later a shriek of pain echoing in the house.