«We Could Be Legends»

[Cluckcluck1215]

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."

Wolfram pushed through the tunnel, beginning to wonder if it was even the right one. Suddenly, his paws met air, and he fell. With a deafening yowl, he tumbled onto the ground. As he collided with a hard surface for the second time, his vision flickered black, and what he could see was utterly distorted and blurred.
For a moment, he lay still, gasping. Then he pried his eyes open, and was surprised to find that his vision had cleared enough for him to realize that he had not taken the tunnel Bleddyn and Sherri had. He scrambled to his paws, grimacing as he felt one to his chest. Something glowing vanished into the tunnel, leaving Bleddyn behind. Bleddyn and...
No...
Connie's limp form. He gave a weak meow of greeting to Bleddyn, and slowly, half-limping and half-dragging himself, over to her and the dead wolf. He stared at Connor, and gave a weak shudder. You'll go down in history, Connor. Everyone who has died will.
Slowly, he lived his head to fix his stare on Bleddyn. He blinked once, his ears flattening slightly. She wouldn't understand his words, but maybe body language. He indicated with his tail toward Connor's, his eyes glowing. 'I'm so, so sorry, Bleddyn.'

 

[Thing2]

"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.

“Probably.” She replied.
(That is the single most terrible post I have ever posted and I apologize)

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.

"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.

Wolfram pushed through the tunnel, beginning to wonder if it was even the right one. Suddenly, his paws met air, and he fell. With a deafening yowl, he tumbled onto the ground. As he collided with a hard surface for the second time, his vision flickered black, and what he could see was utterly distorted and blurred.
For a moment, he lay still, gasping. Then he pried his eyes open, and was surprised to find that his vision had cleared enough for him to realize that he had not taken the tunnel Bleddyn and Sherri had. He scrambled to his paws, grimacing as he felt one to his chest. Something glowing vanished into the tunnel, leaving Bleddyn behind. Bleddyn and...
No...
Connie's limp form. He gave a weak meow of greeting to Bleddyn, and slowly, half-limping and half-dragging himself, over to her and the dead wolf. He stared at Connor, and gave a weak shudder. You'll go down in history, Connor. Everyone who has died will.
Slowly, he lived his head to fix his stare on Bleddyn. He blinked once, his ears flattening slightly. She wouldn't understand his words, but maybe body language. He indicated with his tail toward Connor's, his eyes glowing. 'I'm so, so sorry, Bleddyn.'

 

[FrankieDoodle]

“Probably.” She replied.
(That is the single most terrible post I have ever posted and I apologize)

( )

"Okay." Toby said. "Hey Ind? I'm dropping a flashlight down! Watch your head!" He yelled, pulling one out and dropping it down. He turned it on first, so that if she didn't catch it she could still easily find it.

 

[Amer]

"Okay." Toby said. "Hey Ind? I'm dropping a flashlight down! Watch your head!" He yelled, pulling one out and dropping it down. He turned it on first, so that if she didn't catch it she could still easily find it.

Indigo ducked away before reaching for the beam of light. Then she pointed it into the flat cave, staying a short distance away so Toby could still locate it.
"This is Indigo," she said. "If you see the light, that means you're going in the right direction."
Sherri felt a sigh of relief when she heard the soothing voice and saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Her hunger for light had become insatiable as she stumbled in the darkness.
Trust Indigo to make it better. Indigo's relationship with the other Legends was a little rocky, but Sherri knew she never had any mal-intent.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Wolfram pushed through the tunnel, beginning to wonder if it was even the right one. Suddenly, his paws met air, and he fell. With a deafening yowl, he tumbled onto the ground. As he collided with a hard surface for the second time, his vision flickered black, and what he could see was utterly distorted and blurred.
For a moment, he lay still, gasping. Then he pried his eyes open, and was surprised to find that his vision had cleared enough for him to realize that he had not taken the tunnel Bleddyn and Sherri had. He scrambled to his paws, grimacing as he felt one to his chest. Something glowing vanished into the tunnel, leaving Bleddyn behind. Bleddyn and...
No...
Connie's limp form. He gave a weak meow of greeting to Bleddyn, and slowly, half-limping and half-dragging himself, over to her and the dead wolf. He stared at Connor, and gave a weak shudder. You'll go down in history, Connor. Everyone who has died will.
Slowly, he lived his head to fix his stare on Bleddyn. He blinked once, his ears flattening slightly. She wouldn't understand his words, but maybe body language. He indicated with his tail toward Connor's, his eyes glowing. 'I'm so, so sorry, Bleddyn.'

Now that Sherri had dragged their source of light away, Bleddyn couldn't see anything more distinct than vaguely varied intensities of shadows. But after she'd helped to nudge Sherri's unconscious burden along for a good distance, she quietly backed out of the exit's confines. Since both Sherri and her companion were safely on their way to freedom, she was more than content to stay right here.
She had a bit of a start when two suspended, dim blue orbs greeted her return, but the quavering mew calmed her. However Wolfram had gotten in here, she couldn't tell herself that she wasn't grateful for the company.
She sighed, getting almost no usable air from the following inhale. Sending him on his way out alone was likely going to prove an issue.
Not in an hurry to make any conclusive decisions, she simply held out her arms.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Now that Sherri had dragged their source of light away, Bleddyn couldn't see anything more distinct than vaguely varied intensities of shadows. But after she'd helped to nudge Sherri's unconscious burden along for a good distance, she quietly backed out of the exit's confines. Since both Sherri and her companion were safely on their way to freedom, she was more than content to stay right here.
She had a bit of a start when two suspended, dim blue orbs greeted her return, but the quavering mew calmed her. However Wolfram had gotten in here, she couldn't tell herself that she wasn't grateful for the company.
She sighed, getting almost no usable air from the following inhale. Sending him on his way out alone was likely going to prove an issue.
Not in an hurry to make any conclusive decisions, she simply held out her arms.

Wolfram stared at her as she held her arms out, and gave a barely audible, confused chirp. He took a few steps forward, nudging his muzzle against her leg gently, and beckoning with his tail toward the tunnel. He frowned, giving a very light huff of frusteration when he realized that she couldn't see him. Well this is just useless.
He looked up at her again. Did she want to pick him up? Even the thought of someone carrying him as if he were just a regular housecat made him cringe.
Slowly, with a soft mewl of discomfort, he raised his forepaw's, batting her arm gently with one paw. 'What the heck do you want me to do? You are not carrying me if that's what you think.'

 

[HeavensHens88]

Wolfram stared at her as she held her arms out, and gave a barely audible, confused chirp. He took a few steps forward, nudging his muzzle against her leg gently, and beckoning with his tail toward the tunnel. He frowned, giving a very light huff of frusteration when he realized that she couldn't see him. Well this is just useless.
He looked up at her again. Did she want to pick him up? Even the thought of someone carrying him as if he were just a regular housecat made him cringe.
Slowly, with a soft mewl of discomfort, he raised his forepaw's, batting her arm gently with one paw. 'What the heck do you want me to do? You are not carrying me if that's what you think.'

Unseen tears began streaming down her face as she wasted so much precious breath to laugh- at what, or why, she didn't had no idea.
"Dude, I don't even know what I'm doing," she choked out pathetically, only now realizing that she'd just tried to hold a cat that was not a cat. Since her arms had become increasing dead weights to hold up, she let them both drop simultaneously to the cold dirt. "You should probably go, though."

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Indigo ducked away before reaching for the beam of light. Then she pointed it into the flat cave, staying a short distance away so Toby could still locate it.
"This is Indigo," she said. "If you see the light, that means you're going in the right direction."
Sherri felt a sigh of relief when she heard the soothing voice and saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Her hunger for light had become insatiable as she stumbled in the darkness.
Trust Indigo to make it better. Indigo's relationship with the other Legends was a little rocky, but Sherri knew she never had any mal-intent.

Toby kept his eyes trained on the light. Maybe I should go down there.
No, there's nothing you can do that Jessi and Indigo can't. Besides, it's dark, and you're hurt. Stay up here where you'll be more helpful.
Still, he worried about them. Thoughts of the hole closing and swallowing them up, never to be seen again, filled his mind. "Jeez, what's taking them so long?" He muttered.

Jessi was getting a little impatient. The hole was making her extremely claustrophobic, and Indigo sitting on her wasn't helping. Soon, she spotted Sherri, dragging a limp fairy girl with her. She gestured for Sherri to climb on, and picked up the fairy, careful not to bite her. She flew out, and set them down on the ground, safely away from the hole. She flew back in, and waited for the next group of people to come out.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Unseen ears began streaming down her face as she wasted so much precious breath to laugh- at what, or why, she didn't had no idea.
"Dude, I don't even know what I'm doing," she choked out pathetically, only now realizing that she'd just tried to hold a cat that was not a cat. Since her arms had become increasing dead weights to hold up, she let them both drop simultaneously to the cold dirt. "You should probably go, though."

A choked purr escaped Wolfram's throat at the sound of her laugh. It was hardly audible, only if someone were to listen very closely, but it was there. He paused at her words, eyes glittering defiantly. He shifted then, throughly frusterated with the lack of communication in his cat form. He drew in a sharp breath, realizing how hard it was to breathe now that his lungs required more air then his small cat form had.
"You go first." His voice was firm, and it was not up for debate on who was going to go first now. "Because I don't trust that you'll follow me, and I won't take that risk. Not now."

 

[HeavensHens88]

A choked purr escaped Wolfram's throat at the sound of her laugh. It was hardly audible, only if someone were to listen very closely, but it was there. He paused at her words, eyes glittering defiantly. He shifted then, throughly frusterated with the lack of communication in his cat form. He drew in a sharp breath, realizing how hard it was to breathe now that his lungs required more air then his small cat form had.
"You go first." His voice was firm, and it was not up for debate on who was going to go first now. "Because I don't trust that you'll follow me, and I won't take that risk. Not now."

The urge to draw more and more unavailable breaths was getting insistent. "Well." Bleddyn, her mind working slower and slower with every passing minute, had to think about that. If she went and emotionally collapsed like every part of her willed, she'd pass out for sure. And if she knew Wolfram, he'd endanger himself until he got her out. "Guess this was my last shot with following him." It was a battle to keep herself here, out of reach from the tides of misery that awaited her mental drowning.
She kept silent for a bit longer, then looked up at the vague outline of his face. "And you're really not going to let me go through with it, are you?"