«We Could Be Legends»

[vachick15]

Wolfram slammed the door shut, panting. The skeleton of the house trembled in his wake, Finnally easing. The wind howled outside like a wolf, desprate for its pack. The rain pounded against the windows, hard and fast. Thunder roared like a lion on its pride rock, loud and furious. Lightning snapped through the sky, sizzling flicker's following its wake. He leaned against the white wooden door, panting. He was now very aware of his surroundings. The thunder and rain. The large window on one wall, the only source of light coming from outside was the occasional sizzle of lightning. A small bed lamp sat on a small desk, flickering occasionally. A large, wooden dresser, and a bed. The room was white, with a light gray rug. His chest tightened, panic, fear, anxiety, rage, agony, pain and grief grabbed his chest, one emotion pulling him one way, the other another way. His heart thundered in his chest as he remembered the enchantress. Her eyes, so calm, yet full of fear as he held the knife at her throat. He remembered the feeling he felt from her, something he had felt only once before. His father. His manipulative, lying, good for nothing, excuse for a homo sapien of a father. He remembered the look in his fathers eyes. Full of hatred, disgust. Wolfram's throat tightened, strands of his raven black hair falling into his face. Slowly, he walked towards his bed. Suddenly, he whipped around, slamming a fist into the white wall, a snarl of enraged agony erupting from his throat. He punched the wall again, tearing the skin on his hand. He slammed the side of his fist against the wall, and he started sobbing, his forehead leaning against the wall. So,etching was ripping at his chest. Not physically, but emotionally. Something was almost calling him, but he didn't know what.I just want to be free of this pain. I know what I have to do, but I don't know if I have the strength or will to do it.

(With all the door slamming this kid does, the house is going to come down in a week.)

 

[Amer]

(With all the door slamming this kid does, the house is going to come down in a week.)

(Yus indeed)

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

(With all the door slamming this kid does, the house is going to come down in a week.)

(I just started laughing uncontrollably at this, and made my sister thouroughly concerned.
But yus, that is very true XD)

 

[RiverStorm]

(With all the door slamming this kid does, the house is going to come down in a week.)

(XD Accurate.)

 

[chickenlady25XD]

Izzy and Ella Both Teleport To where everyone was Izzy's Face wet from Crying "They left me" Izzy Kept Mumbling
"The Pure Just Used Izzy" Ella Explained to them "Then Attacked and left her" Izzy Cried like a Crazy person

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Wolfram punched the wall, but with little effort and little force. Another sob welled in his throat, when he paused. He heard a bang. And then another. He pulled away from the wall, going towards his door. It wasn't dishes clattering, or a foot slammed to hard on the ground, or a chair leg hitting the ground as someone stood up. It was a forceful, noticeable, loud knock. He glanced at the clock at his bed side. Who would be knocking at the door in this weather, at this hour? He reached out a pale, trembling hand, opening the door. He stepped out, going to the top of the stairs. Another, loud BANG! slammed against the door, the glass window on the door shuddering."River..?"He called downstairs, his voice strained."Who is that?"

 

[HeavensHens88]

Wolfram whipped around after replying to Bleddyn, his eyes burning with another burst of anger."Alright lady, I'm on my last straw!"He snarled."Keep it shut!"


Wolfram let out a sof snort of amusement at Bleddyn's comment."That doesn't help much, but thank's for the clarification, Bleddyn."

Wolfram stood up, glaring at Emily. He passed Bleddyn, his hand brushing against her shoulder. He stalked away from the table and up into his room, slamming the door shut, the house's skeleton shaking.

Wolfram slammed the door shut, panting. The skeleton of the house trembled in his wake, Finnally easing. The wind howled outside like a wolf, desprate for its pack. The rain pounded against the windows, hard and fast. Thunder roared like a lion on its pride rock, loud and furious. Lightning snapped through the sky, sizzling flicker's following its wake. He leaned against the white wooden door, panting. He was now very aware of his surroundings. The thunder and rain. The large window on one wall, the only source of light coming from outside was the occasional sizzle of lightning. A small bed lamp sat on a small desk, flickering occasionally. A large, wooden dresser, and a bed. The room was white, with a light gray rug. His chest tightened, panic, fear, anxiety, rage, agony, pain and grief grabbed his chest, one emotion pulling him one way, the other another way. His heart thundered in his chest as he remembered the enchantress. Her eyes, so calm, yet full of fear as he held the knife at her throat. He remembered the feeling he felt from her, something he had felt only once before. His father. His manipulative, lying, good for nothing, excuse for a homo sapien of a father. He remembered the look in his fathers eyes. Full of hatred, disgust. Wolfram's throat tightened, strands of his raven black hair falling into his face. Slowly, he walked towards his bed. Suddenly, he whipped around, slamming a fist into the white wall, a snarl of enraged agony erupting from his throat. He punched the wall again, tearing the skin on his hand. He slammed the side of his fist against the wall, and he started sobbing, his forehead leaning against the wall. So,etching was ripping at his chest. Not physically, but emotionally. Something was almost calling him, but he didn't know what.I just want to be free of this pain. I know what I have to do, but I don't know if I have the strength or will to do it.

After Wolfram left, the silence at the table was deafening. Poking idly at the increasingly unappetizing contents of her plate, Bleddyn realized that Wolfram had taken all of the conversation life with him. In his absence, this atmosphere was prone to being reclaimed by monotone small talk.
No matter how much I want to hate him, I didn't come over here to be bored to death.
Bleddyn swallowed another mouthful and shoved her plate forward. "Done, thanks."
She pushed her chair back and stood up, ignoring the glare Emily was probably pinning to her back for leaving the dinner table without excuse. Sometimes, Bleddyn couldn't understand why her mother and this woman were such good friends. If Ash expected the same infuriating etiquette in her own daughter's mannerisms, Bleddyn probably would've left home years ago.
She left the kitchen briskly and jogged up the carpeted stairs, appreciating her prevalence over defeating the migraine that was loathe to free her.
Bleddyn pressed her face against the first bedroom door, listening. The reverberation of the sudden impact that a nearby wall took informed her that this was undoubtedly the room River had given Wolfram.
"Can I come in?"
Maybe I'll be able to get most of what I missed out of prying ears' way.

 

[Rose Quartz]

@MysticChickens04

Zachary followed Zion and Delilah at a distance hoping they wouldn't notice. He was waiting for them to go their separate ways but it didn't look like that was going to happen. He knew that right now the rest of the team would be trying checking to see if that Wolfram kid had the Key, and he would have to wait to hear back from them before he could do anything with these two, so he waited.


They boy with wings and the fox girl seemed to wander aimlessly. There were roads and alleys they doubled back on. Zachary wondered if they had noticed him following, or if maybe they were taking precautions on their way to where they were planning to hide the key.

He rounded another corner when his radio buzzed. Zachary nearly jumped out of his skin, and quickly jumped back out of sight. That was the signal that they were done at the park.

He pressed the button 3 times, his own signal to get them to come to him.

Zion knows someone is following him and Delilah, he made sure to act like he didnt know where he was going. He also made careful sure that Delilah was very close to him, he didnt want her to know that someone was following them but he also did want her to panic like he was in his mind.
(my brain isnt functioning atm so Ima just leave it here for now)

Zachary waited a moment hoping they hadn't heard his radio buzz. Then, slowly leaned his head out around the corner of the brick wall he was hiding behind. He looked up the alley. The boy with wings was gone. Zachary grunted a sigh, he would be in trouble if he lost them. He jumped out into the alley and started jogging to the other end. Dumpsters and old torn bags of garbage lined the alleyway, his boots squelched in the wet debris as he ran.

Zachary slowed to a walk about halfway up the alley, as a thought occurred to him. With all the wandering they, in this weather, they must have spotted him and were just trying to give him the slip. He stopped and looked behind him. The winged boy was trying to sneak out the other end of the alley, where he had just come from.

Zachary turned and ran all in one quick motion, back toward them. Pulling up his lower face mask he yelled, for them to stop. Taking them both on by himself wasn't optimal, but they had obviously spotted him, and he couldn't let them slip away right before everyone else showed up.

 

[RiverStorm]

Wolfram punched the wall, but with little effort and little force. Another sob welled in his throat, when he paused. He heard a bang. And then another. He pulled away from the wall, going towards his door. It wasn't dishes clattering, or a foot slammed to hard on the ground, or a chair leg hitting the ground as someone stood up. It was a forceful, noticeable, loud knock. He glanced at the clock at his bed side. Who would be knocking at the door in this weather, at this hour? He reached out a pale, trembling hand, opening the door. He stepped out, going to the top of the stairs. Another, loud BANG! slammed against the door, the glass window on the door shuddering."River..?"He called downstairs, his voice strained."Who is that?"

The door rattled, someone's harsh knocking shaking it with it's force. What in the...?
River slowly pushed her chair back, sliding out of it, and stalking out of the kitchen, glancing up at Wolfram momentarily, before turning back to the door. It shuddered again under a powerful fist. Sounds like they're trying to knock it down more than knock. She thought, walking forwards, peering out a window for a second. "Look alive." She snarled. "We've got company."
~
Lachlan jumped up, stumbling backwards. He positioning himself out of sight of the door, shifting into a wolf.
~
River crept up to the door after giving everyone a few seconds to either shift or grab a knife, as she approached the door flung up, and her eyes were greeted by the sight of humans only wearing black, their features obscured by large black masks. How do they even see in those? She wondered. Her hand flicked down for her gun slightly too slow and two of them raced forward, one punched her and jumped back, and the other drop kicked her, flinging her back.
The pain raced through her as she lay in a heap wheezing, blood dripping from her nose.
(*Edited*)

 

[FrankieDoodle]

(Is the Pure going for everyone, or just certain people?)