«We Could Be Legends»

[FrankieDoodle]

Brisa came up next to Toby, peering down into the hole in the earth. “I can probably lift someone out.” She said, trying to judge the crack’s depth.

Toby shook his head. "Save your energy. It won't be long until the Pure start attacking us again, and it won't be helpful to anyone if you're too tired to fight." He said, eyeballing the Pure members that were slowly getting closer to the fire barrier. Psh, speak for your self buddy. She's not the one that currently needs help standing. "But then again, if you think you can go right a head."

 

[Amer]

With soil pressing in on all sides of her body and the oxygen availability fairly low, Bleddyn found the news was surprisingly easy to take. Perhaps because she'd pretty much known it. Or maybe she had this incredible wave of whole-body numbness to blame/thank. My dad is dead. My dad is dead. My dad is dead. "So, uh, if this really was caused by me--"
Suddenly, the narrow passageway decided she couldn't move any further; she was strangely tempted to just give in to being trapped and stop right there. But after ultimately deciding it'd be more accountable of her to actually try, she emerged into a slightly more spacious area and was able to sit up. While her senses were temporarily unable to function in the least, her mouth decided to continue from where she'd left off. "I just killed my father."

Sherri nodded and shifted into her painfully cramped human form.
"Yeah, but you also killed a bunch of Pure members," Sherri replied. This kind of uncomfortable, bittersweet optimism was new to her. It was probably Bleddyn's contagious attitude rubbing off on her. She wanted to exhaust all of her precious oxygen to explain to Bleddyn how everything would be okay and that she felt sorry for Bleddyn, but she needed to stop lying to herself. "Okay. This is not okay, but it's not your fault. But, every day is an opportunity to save someone's life, to be a hero. You need to ask yourself what you did to be a hero today, and you have the opportunity be a hero right now."
She pointed to the white left hand of the golden pixie, smeared with dirt. Her face was smushed into Connor's dark fur, her right hand clutching it. Her wings were bent, but were a dull, translucent color, unlike the blooming gold they had been before. She still glowed faintly, though. She's still alive.

At the mention of his sisters name, Toby noticed Jessi wasn't with them. It didn't take him long to find the large pink wyvern, just in time to see her swallow a Pure member. He paled slightly. My family is so messed up. Instead of walking over to her and risk bruising his ego if and when he fell over, he picked up a large rock and threw it at her. He felt a pair of hands grab his waist and looked up to see who it was. He looked slightly uncomfortable when he saw it was Indigo, but didn't say anything.
Jessi flew over to the hole, and did a wyvern version of raising an eyebrow when she saw Toby and Indigo.
"A couple people fell down in the hole. Can you fly them out?" Toby asked, ignoring the strange look. She nodded, and carefully lowered herself down. She gestured for them to climb on her back, and crouched down.

Brisa came up next to Toby, peering down into the hole in the earth. “I can probably lift someone out.” She said, trying to judge the crack’s depth.

Toby shook his head. "Save your energy. It won't be long until the Pure start attacking us again, and it won't be helpful to anyone if you're too tired to fight." He said, eyeballing the Pure members that were slowly getting closer to the fire barrier. Psh, speak for your self buddy. She's not the one that currently needs help standing. "But then again, if you think you can go right a head."

Indigo wobbled as she saw the gruesome example of cannibalism. "No, I agree with Toby. Save your energy," Indigo said, jumping onto the wyvern's bloody skin hesitantly. Simply morbid.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Sherri nodded and shifted into her painfully cramped human form.
"Yeah, but you also killed a bunch of Pure members," Sherri replied. This kind of uncomfortable, bittersweet optimism was new to her. It was probably Bleddyn's contagious attitude rubbing off on her. She wanted to exhaust all of her precious oxygen to explain to Bleddyn how everything would be okay and that she felt sorry for Bleddyn, but she needed to stop lying to herself. "Okay. This is not okay, but it's not your fault. But, every day is an opportunity to save someone's life, to be a hero. You need to ask yourself what you did to be a hero today, and you have the opportunity be a hero right now."
She pointed to the white left hand of the golden pixie, smeared with dirt. Her face was smushed into Connor's dark fur, her right hand clutching it. Her wings were bent, but were a dull, translucent color, unlike the blooming gold they had been before. She still glowed faintly, though. She's still alive.





Indigo wobbled as she saw the gruesome example of cannibalism. "No, I agree with Toby. Save your energy," Indigo said, jumping onto the wyvern's bloody skin hesitantly. Simply morbid.

"And now you know why I'm mentally messed up." Toby said under his breath, seeing the disgusted look on Indigo's face. Jessi smiled at them, revealing the row of sharp bloody teeth.
Toby shifted to a different position, one that did not require Indigo's assistance. "Careful," he warned. "Don't crush anyone that shouldn't be crushed, and don't twist your ankle." He watched nervously as Jessi and Indigo descended down into the hole. He took a few slow steps closer, and looked down. "Do you need any help?" He asked.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

"Angel? Pshaw," Sherri spat. She was thinking about the real angel, the golden pixie who had saved her.
Sherri winced as Wolfram fell with a crack. She would have wanted to say something snide about cats always landing on their feet in different circumstances, but one, it was rude to say that to someone who was dying, and two, they were all dying. "Guys. We have to get the pixie out of here." She couldn't think of anything else useful to say, like how they were going to do that, and hey, I have enhancer powers. Or, 'I'm a healer' or 'look, I can produce oxygen.' Or even 'hey, I only have one ability, but that is to make rope out of my hands.' Nope. None of that. But really only she and Wolfram could get in there in the first place, in cat form, and Wolfram looked too broken to do that.
She glanced at the dimming sky. Hey, at least there is a sky. And no eminent danger of suffocation.
~
Indigo jumped back from the widening chasm. "Jessi, maybe you could help by flying them out of there?" Indigo suggested. She clamped her hands firmly around Toby's waist to keep him steady and watched from over his shoulder.

"Connor," Sherri wasn't sure if she could keep it from Bleddyn any longer. There wasn't a point. "He's dead," she'd know it soon enough, but Sherri wasn't sure if that news was too much, enough to stop Bleddyn from her common locomotive functions, like swooping in and saving people. Even Bleddyn's incredible determination was waning.
"Careful of the dead bodies," she warned, perhaps too late. And with a casual flick of her tail, Sherri had been reduced to a muddy orange cat, and slid in after her.

River pushed herself up into a sitting position, giving a harsh gasp as a sharp stab of searing pain slid up her body. "Got some cuts on my face, and a seemingly broken rib..." She moaned, trying to look him up and down to see if he was okay. "... Next to another seemingly broken rib. What about you, Wolf? You... You good?" As she waited for his answer, her ears began swiveling around, trying to pinpoint if Bleddyn was alive, she quickly was able to hear both Bleddyn's and Sherri's voices, and began to eavesdrop. "Wolf, Dyn and Sherri are alive, I hear them." She paused, biting her lip. "Seems there's another girl down here, too. But... Sherri said Connor's... Gone."

With soil pressing in on all sides of her body and the oxygen availability fairly low, Bleddyn found the news was surprisingly easy to take. Perhaps because she'd pretty much known it. Or maybe she had this incredible wave of whole-body numbness to blame/thank. My dad is dead. My dad is dead. My dad is dead. "So, uh, if this really was caused by me--"
Suddenly, the narrow passageway decided she couldn't move any further; she was strangely tempted to just give in to being trapped and stop right there. But after ultimately deciding it'd be more accountable of her to actually try, she emerged into a slightly more spacious area and was able to sit up. While her senses were temporarily unable to function in the least, her mouth decided to continue from where she'd left off. "I just killed my father."

"I'm alive." Wolfram answered, glancing around. On the far side of the flat, he spotted Bleddyn and Sherri slip through a tunnel of earth, his heart pounding. At least they're alive. "So I suppose I'm fine."
'But Connor's...gone.'
He should have expected it. He knew, deep down, that Connor was probably dead. But he didn't except it to hurt that much to be told he was dead. I'm sorry, Connor, I'm so, so sorry! I'm sorry...but I can't do anything about it, can I?
But I'll keep my promise. I won't hurt her. I won't hurt any of them. I'd die for them. You know that, right? Who am I kidding, you're dead. You can't answer me.
"Connor's dead." He rasped, his voice flat and matter of fact. "Pixie? Wait, what Pixie?"
He tried to struggle to his feet, but found that soil wouldn't let him do that. It hurt to much to stand anyway.
He glanced hopelessly at River. "I have to follow them. Stay here. You don't need to get anymore injured." He knew it was a terrible idea for him to even think about shifting in his cat skin, but he couldn't just leave Bleddyn and Sherri to go and find a...Pixie or whatever, by themselves.
It was a terrible idea.
The moment his fully morphed paws touched the ground, he snarled in agony, limping forward a few steps. I can do this. I can do this.
He didn't wait for River to try and stop him. On three legs, his injured foreleg held to his chest, he limped forward, teeth gritting as his ribs protested at the movement. With a soft hiss, he hoisted himself into the tunnel.
He wished he hadn't. He wished he had never even set paw in the tunnel, because the earth closed around him, pressing against his broken ribs, and he could not see anything. But he could hear Sherri and Bleddyn.
They made it through, so can I.

 

[Amer]

"And now you know why I'm mentally messed up." Toby said under his breath, seeing the disgusted look on Indigo's face. Jessi smiled at them, revealing the row of sharp bloody teeth.
Toby shifted to a different position, one that did not require Indigo's assistance. "Careful," he warned. "Don't crush anyone that shouldn't be crushed, and don't twist your ankle." He watched nervously as Jessi and Indigo descended down into the hole. He took a few slow steps closer, and looked down. "Do you need any help?" He asked.

"Yes, I need lots of it!" Indigo said, but was becoming increasingly difficult to carry on normal conversation as she descended, and grew quiet. She clutched Jessi and hoped she looked dignified riding a bloody pink wyvern. "Need any help out?" She asked the battered inhumans at the bottom of the hole, reaching a hand down invitingly. Her wind-blown black curls blew in an invisible subterranean wind, and she probably looked like she walked straight out of a communist propaganda poster. She sighed and blew a black bang out of her face. She couldn't help drawing people in like honey, right?

 

[Thing2]

Toby shook his head. "Save your energy. It won't be long until the Pure start attacking us again, and it won't be helpful to anyone if you're too tired to fight." He said, eyeballing the Pure members that were slowly getting closer to the fire barrier. Psh, speak for your self buddy. She's not the one that currently needs help standing. "But then again, if you think you can go right a head."

Sherri nodded and shifted into her painfully cramped human form.
"Yeah, but you also killed a bunch of Pure members," Sherri replied. This kind of uncomfortable, bittersweet optimism was new to her. It was probably Bleddyn's contagious attitude rubbing off on her. She wanted to exhaust all of her precious oxygen to explain to Bleddyn how everything would be okay and that she felt sorry for Bleddyn, but she needed to stop lying to herself. "Okay. This is not okay, but it's not your fault. But, every day is an opportunity to save someone's life, to be a hero. You need to ask yourself what you did to be a hero today, and you have the opportunity be a hero right now."
She pointed to the white left hand of the golden pixie, smeared with dirt. Her face was smushed into Connor's dark fur, her right hand clutching it. Her wings were bent, but were a dull, translucent color, unlike the blooming gold they had been before. She still glowed faintly, though. She's still alive.





Indigo wobbled as she saw the gruesome example of cannibalism. "No, I agree with Toby. Save your energy," Indigo said, jumping onto the wyvern's bloody skin hesitantly. Simply morbid.

"And now you know why I'm mentally messed up." Toby said under his breath, seeing the disgusted look on Indigo's face. Jessi smiled at them, revealing the row of sharp bloody teeth.
Toby shifted to a different position, one that did not require Indigo's assistance. "Careful," he warned. "Don't crush anyone that shouldn't be crushed, and don't twist your ankle." He watched nervously as Jessi and Indigo descended down into the hole. He took a few slow steps closer, and looked down. "Do you need any help?" He asked.

"I'm alive." Wolfram answered, glancing around. On the far side of the flat, he spotted Bleddyn and Sherri slip through a tunnel of earth, his heart pounding. At least they're alive. "So I suppose I'm fine."
'But Connor's...gone.'
He should have expected it. He knew, deep down, that Connor was probably dead. But he didn't except it to hurt that much to be told he was dead. I'm sorry, Connor, I'm so, so sorry! I'm sorry...but I can't do anything about it, can I?
But I'll keep my promise. I won't hurt her. I won't hurt any of them. I'd die for them. You know that, right? Who am I kidding, you're dead. You can't answer me.
"Connor's dead." He rasped, his voice flat and matter of fact. "Pixie? Wait, what Pixie?"
He tried to struggle to his feet, but found that soil wouldn't let him do that. It hurt to much to stand anyway.
He glanced hopelessly at River. "I have to follow them. Stay here. You don't need to get anymore injured." He knew it was a terrible idea for him to even think about shifting in his cat skin, but he couldn't just leave Bleddyn and Sherri to go and find a...Pixie or whatever, by themselves.
It was a terrible idea.
The moment his fully morphed paws touched the ground, he snarled in agony, limping forward a few steps. I can do this. I can do this.
He didn't wait for River to try and stop him. On three legs, his injured foreleg held to his chest, he limped forward, teeth gritting as his ribs protested at the movement. With a soft hiss, he hoisted himself into the tunnel.
He wished he hadn't. He wished he had never even set paw in the tunnel, because the earth closed around him, pressing against his broken ribs, and he could not see anything. But he could hear Sherri and Bleddyn.
They made it through, so can I.

"Yes, I need lots of it!" Indigo said, but was becoming increasingly difficult to carry on normal conversation as she descended, and grew quiet. She clutched Jessi and hoped she looked dignified riding a bloody pink wyvern. "Need any help out?" She asked the battered inhumans at the bottom of the hole, reaching a hand down invitingly. Her wind-blown black curls blew in an invisible subterranean wind, and she probably looked like she walked straight out of a communist propaganda poster. She sighed and blew a black bang out of her face. She couldn't help drawing people in like honey, right?

Brisa nodded reluctantly, kneeling in crumbling dirt on the edge of the crack and peering downward.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

"Yes, I need lots of it!" Indigo said, but was becoming increasingly difficult to carry on normal conversation as she descended, and grew quiet. She clutched Jessi and hoped she looked dignified riding a bloody pink wyvern. "Need any help out?" She asked the battered inhumans at the bottom of the hole, reaching a hand down invitingly. Her wind-blown black curls blew in an invisible subterranean wind, and she probably looked like she walked straight out of a communist propaganda poster. She sighed and blew a black bang out of her face. She couldn't help drawing people in like honey, right?

Brisa nodded reluctantly, kneeling in crumbling dirt on the edge of the crack and peering downward.

"Ok, what can I help with?" Toby called down. He debated going down there, but after seeing how dark it got, he changed his mind. She probably can't hear me. He glanced at Brisa, then knelt down next to her. "She forgot a flashlight. Do you think I should drop one down?" He asked.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Sherri nodded and shifted into her painfully cramped human form.
"Yeah, but you also killed a bunch of Pure members," Sherri replied. This kind of uncomfortable, bittersweet optimism was new to her. It was probably Bleddyn's contagious attitude rubbing off on her. She wanted to exhaust all of her precious oxygen to explain to Bleddyn how everything would be okay and that she felt sorry for Bleddyn, but she needed to stop lying to herself. "Okay. This is not okay, but it's not your fault. But, every day is an opportunity to save someone's life, to be a hero. You need to ask yourself what you did to be a hero today, and you have the opportunity be a hero right now."
She pointed to the white left hand of the golden pixie, smeared with dirt. Her face was smushed into Connor's dark fur, her right hand clutching it. Her wings were bent, but were a dull, translucent color, unlike the blooming gold they had been before. She still glowed faintly, though. She's still alive.

By the dying light of the pixie's wings, now Bleddyn could see and was seeing alone.
She made her way over to the fading girl on her knees, drawn to what lay beside the glow.
She didn't want to touch him.
She didn't deserve to be close to him.
But the next thing she knew was his still-warm fur pressing against her face. Despite the body heat that his thick pelt clutched, he was certainly gone. Her quaking fingers first gently pried him out of the slender girl's grasp, then felt for his face. Then she bent down and rubbed her nose to his muzzle, just as he'd done to send her off into every single night of dreams.
The only difference now was it was her sending him off into a night from which he would not wake.
And for a delusional moment, she wanted nothing than to bring him back to the surface. I can't leave my daddy lost down here. He has to come home with us. Home.
"But M-mom would want you to stay here, w-wouldn't she?"
She pulled away for good then. If it were just me, I would be staying.
"Okay. Okay." When her throat expelled a sob-residual gasp, she found that the thick air she got in return wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her lungs. With renewed urgency, she began to gather the fragile pixie into her arms. "We're not risking any other way out then the way we came."
She'd already promised herself that she wouldn't look again, but she had to. She stole one last glance at her magnificent father, to remember him as no more diminished by death than by mere sleep.
She went to take a huge inhale and realized her mistake only when the comparably steady illumination began to flicker for her. "You first." Just those two words even came out alarmingly slurred. Just how much time had passed since their arrival in here exactly? She hobbled over to what she hoped was the tunnel they'd taken in and offered the pixie's upper body to Sherri. "I'll push."

 

[Amer]

By the dying light of the pixie's wings, now Bleddyn could see and was seeing alone.
She made her way over to the fading girl on her knees, drawn to what lay beside the glow.
She didn't want to touch him.
She didn't deserve to be close to him.
But the next thing she knew was his still-warm fur pressing against her face. Despite the body heat that his thick pelt clutched, he was certainly gone. Her quaking fingers first gently pried him out of the slender girl's grasp, then felt for his face. Then she bent down and rubbed her nose to his muzzle, just as he'd done to send her off into every single night of dreams.
The only difference now was it was her sending him off into a night from which he would not wake.
And for a delusional moment, she wanted nothing than to bring him back to the surface. I can't leave my daddy lost down here. He has to come home with us. Home.
"But M-mom would want you to stay here, w-wouldn't she?"
She pulled away for good then. If it were just me, I would be staying.
"Okay. Okay." When her throat expelled a sob-residual gasp, she found that the thick air she got in return wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her lungs. With renewed urgency, she began to gather the fragile pixie into her arms. "We're not risking any other way out then the way we came."
She'd already promised herself that she wouldn't look again, but she had to. She stole one last glance at her magnificent father, to remember him as no more diminished by death than by mere sleep.
She went to take a huge inhale and realized her mistake only when the comparably steady illumination began to flicker for her. "You first." Just those two words even came out alarmingly slurred. Just how much time had passed since their arrival in here exactly? She hobbled over to what she hoped was the tunnel they'd taken in and offered the pixie's upper body to Sherri. "I'll push."

"Got it," Sherri said. All that time she had been watching; she was a mere viewer who could not comprehend the emotions before her. She slid backwards, and found that even her human form could slide beneath the rocks, but it was slow going and awkward because she was backwards. Her tail kind of got in the way, but she could also use it to feel around. The pixie's bare arms were clammy, but still glowed with the only light that guided her. Sherri realised then that she had been closing her eyes, ignoring the light before her. All she needed to do was unignore it, and she'd find the way.

 

[RiverStorm]

"I'm alive." Wolfram answered, glancing around. On the far side of the flat, he spotted Bleddyn and Sherri slip through a tunnel of earth, his heart pounding. At least they're alive. "So I suppose I'm fine."
'But Connor's...gone.'
He should have expected it. He knew, deep down, that Connor was probably dead. But he didn't except it to hurt that much to be told he was dead. I'm sorry, Connor, I'm so, so sorry! I'm sorry...but I can't do anything about it, can I?
But I'll keep my promise. I won't hurt her. I won't hurt any of them. I'd die for them. You know that, right? Who am I kidding, you're dead. You can't answer me.
"Connor's dead." He rasped, his voice flat and matter of fact. "Pixie? Wait, what Pixie?"
He tried to struggle to his feet, but found that soil wouldn't let him do that. It hurt to much to stand anyway.
He glanced hopelessly at River. "I have to follow them. Stay here. You don't need to get anymore injured." He knew it was a terrible idea for him to even think about shifting in his cat skin, but he couldn't just leave Bleddyn and Sherri to go and find a...Pixie or whatever, by themselves.
It was a terrible idea.
The moment his fully morphed paws touched the ground, he snarled in agony, limping forward a few steps. I can do this. I can do this.
He didn't wait for River to try and stop him. On three legs, his injured foreleg held to his chest, he limped forward, teeth gritting as his ribs protested at the movement. With a soft hiss, he hoisted himself into the tunnel.
He wished he hadn't. He wished he had never even set paw in the tunnel, because the earth closed around him, pressing against his broken ribs, and he could not see anything. But he could hear Sherri and Bleddyn.
They made it through, so can I.

"Neither do you-- W... Wait!" A sudden terror of being left alone in the dark cavern seized River's chest, and the mere thought of dying and leaving her sons behind horrified her. Oh God, I don't like this.
She tried to crawl after him, but the cramped area and searing pain in her side prevented her from hardly getting a foot away from her original position. I'll have to shift if I wanna go after him... Can I? The question answered itself as her body morphed into that of a huge wolf, and the breath was knocked out of her lungs once more. Go on, go on, you can't let him go alone. She sucked in a breath, crawling forward on her stomach, ignoring the pain and quickly coming up behind Wolfram, giving him a slight nudge on the back, and a slight nod of reassurance. "Look, you ain't going to help them alone." She growled softly, knowing he wouldn't understand her wolf-words, but hoping he'd get the idea.