«We Could Be Legends»

[Cluckcluck1215]

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?"

Wolfram didn't realize how easy it had been to breathe in his second form. Now he was positive he was suffocating, for there was a little less air in each breath he took, and each breath became a little more painful.
"I'm not going to, no. Absolutely not." He shuddered, recalling the horrifying moment in the back of the Pure van when she had wanted him to just let her die.
"Bleddyn," he whispered. "I used to feel like that to. That I didn't belong here. But...now I realize life is so, so valuable. It can be taken away so easily. You have to realize that to." The air was almost nonexistent now, and he only took small breaths.
"I will not let you stay down here. What happened to your father is not your fault. Do you understand that? It is not your fault. What happened was beyond your control. And I will not let you suffer the same fate he did just because you think it's your fault."

 

[Amer]

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.

As Sherri let Jessi take her away, she wondered why Bleddyn had stayed behind in the cave. By then, everything was blurring together, and the pixie's condition was too critical to linger. So she let it happen. What happened? Sherri couldn't remember. As she and the pixie rolled to the shriveled grass, all she could remember from the day's events were blurs of shadow and destruction.
But I was a hero. I didn't just witness history. I made it. I might even become a legend. Or at least a footnote.
With that thought, her brain finally succumbed to the exhaustion of her worn human body, and she let herself fall into unconsciousness, the pixie sprawled beside her.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Wolfram didn't realize how easy it had been to breathe in his second form. Now he was positive he was suffocating, for there was a little less air in each breath he took, and each breath became a little more painful.
"I'm not going to, no. Absolutely not." He shuddered, recalling the horrifying moment in the back of the Pure van when she had wanted him to just let her die.
"Bleddyn," he whispered. "I used to feel like that to. That I didn't belong here. But...now I realize life is so, so valuable. It can be taken away so easily. You have to realize that to." The air was almost nonexistent now, and he only took small breaths.
"I will not let you stay down here. What happened to your father is not your fault. Do you understand that? It is not your fault. What happened was beyond your control. And I will not let you suffer the same fate he did just because you think it's your fault."

"Alright. I'm gonna go." Bleddyn was crying heavily now, ragged hiccups inserting themselves in between every other word. She twisted sharply on her knees and, blindly, began pushing her hands along the dirt wall. When her fingers hit empty space, she ducked down and started the cramping process of getting herself out of here. "This is because of you, and just because of you, 'k? I'm gonna- I'm gonna--" While navigating the difficult exit, her head abruptly came in contact with solid stone and a flash of foreign color sparked into her vision.
For a second, she was pretty certain that she was no longer awake. But trying to steal a full breath quickly proved otherwise. "I'm gonna have you to blame now."

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

"Alright. I'm gonna go." Bleddyn was crying heavily now, ragged hiccups inserting themselves in between every other word. She twisted sharply on her knees and, blindly, began pushing her hands along the dirt wall. When her fingers hit empty space, she ducked down and started the cramping process of getting herself out of here. "This is because of you, and just because of you, 'k? I'm gonna- I'm gonna--" While navigating the difficult exit, her head abruptly came in contact with solid stone and a flash of foreign color sparked into her vision.
For a second, she was pretty certain that she was no longer awake. But trying to steal a full breath quickly proved otherwise. "I'm gonna have you to blame now."

"Blame me for what? Not letting you die?" Wolfram hissed, wincing as he heard her head hit stone. He would have asked if she was alright, he should have, but the lack of air was panicking him, and he could no longer think of a coherent sentence. I'm never going to fit in there, never ever. But I can't shift again...I can't. It won't work.
"Dyn," he gasped sharply. "Please be careful." The effort to take even half a breath caused his ribs to ache horribly, sending daggers of pain up his chest and side. "If I don't get out, do not come back for me."
But he wasn't sure if she heard him, because the agonizing wave of pain and colors flashing before his eyes as he morphed drowned his senses wholly.

 

[RiverStorm]

"Blame me for what? Not letting you die?" Wolfram hissed, wincing as he heard her head hit stone. He would have asked if she was alright, he should have, but the lack of air was panicking him, and he could no longer think of a coherent sentence. I'm never going to fit in there, never ever. But I can't shift again...I can't. It won't work.
"Dyn," he gasped sharply. "Please be careful." The effort to take even half a breath caused his ribs to ache horribly, sending daggers of pain up his chest and side. "If I don't get out, do not come back for me."
But he wasn't sure if she heard him, because the agonizing wave of pain and colors flashing before his eyes as he morphed drowned his senses wholly.

(Sorry, this is all I have time for to write right now.)
River, who had been watching them without finding the need to reveal her presence, came up to his side, ready to grab him by the scruff and drag him if he collapsed.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

(Sorry, this is all I have time for to write right now.)
River, who had been watching them without finding the need to reveal her presence, came up to his side, ready to grab him by the scruff and drag him if he collapsed.

Wolfram had never felt pain when shifting.
Normally it was a strange tugging feeling, like he was being shoved into something that wasn't big enough to hold him. Most of the time he didn't feel anything at all, despite the discomfort of being something so small and lithe compared to his other form at first.
But this time was different. This time he was suffocating. This time he had shifted one to many times for his body to handle. A flash of foreign colors blinded him, agony beyond repair ripped at his bone and flesh, snaking like venom through his veins.
He stumbled to the ground as a lithe black cat, his legs giving out beneath him, tremors shaking his body as the small form tried to comprehend why it hurt so bad. He was sure he had gone unconscious, but the pain told him otherwise. His eyes snapped open, but he couldn't see a thing. But he scented something. It smelled like dog, but more wild and almost like the forest: dark, free, untamed. The copper scent of fear overwhelmed him until he realized it was mostly his own fear scent and not the dog-creatures.
His pain-riddled brain couldn't figure out who it was, though. He vaguely remembered Bleddyn being there, but she was no longer in the small cavern, he knew that much. River.
He realized who it was suddenly. He scrambled to his paws, gasping sharply as he swayed. He realized how difficult it was to breathe, then. His lungs burned and ached, partly from broken ribs and partly from lack of oxygen.
'I t-told y-you not t-to follow m-me.' His jaws clattered together in the weak effort to speak. He realized then that she, a canine, couldn't understand feline speak. 'Go through first,' he urged breathlessly, hoping the wolf could sense the urgency in his meow. 'Go through first, go through. I'll be fine.'

 

[RiverStorm]

Wolfram had never felt pain when shifting.
Normally it was a strange tugging feeling, like he was being shoved into something that wasn't big enough to hold him. Most of the time he didn't feel anything at all, despite the discomfort of being something so small and lithe compared to his other form at first.
But this time was different. This time he was suffocating. This time he had shifted one to many times for his body to handle. A flash of foreign colors blinded him, agony beyond repair ripped at his bone and flesh, snaking like venom through his veins.
He stumbled to the ground as a lithe black cat, his legs giving out beneath him, tremors shaking his body as the small form tried to comprehend why it hurt so bad. He was sure he had gone unconscious, but the pain told him otherwise. His eyes snapped open, but he couldn't see a thing. But he scented something. It smelled like dog, but more wild and almost like the forest: dark, free, untamed. The copper scent of fear overwhelmed him until he realized it was mostly his own fear scent and not the dog-creatures.
His pain-riddled brain couldn't figure out who it was, though. He vaguely remembered Bleddyn being there, but she was no longer in the small cavern, he knew that much. River.
He realized who it was suddenly. He scrambled to his paws, gasping sharply as he swayed. He realized how difficult it was to breathe, then. His lungs burned and ached, partly from broken ribs and partly from lack of oxygen.
'I t-told y-you not t-to follow m-me.' His jaws clattered together in the weak effort to speak. He realized then that she, a canine, couldn't understand feline speak. 'Go through first,' he urged breathlessly, hoping the wolf could sense the urgency in his meow. 'Go through first, go through. I'll be fine.'

Something like a dopey smirk slid over River's jaws, understanding what he meant, but deciding to ignore it.
Noticing his trouble standing, her smirk ceased, and her eyes flickered with worry. "I'm not leaving you. All we need is for you to pass out. You're coming with me." She growled, suddenly diving forward and gently clamping her jaws around his scruff, beginning to crawl down the tunnel, carrying Wolfram like a newborn pup. Oh, I'm never letting him forget this.

 

[HeavensHens88]

"Blame me for what? Not letting you die?" Wolfram hissed, wincing as he heard her head hit stone. He would have asked if she was alright, he should have, but the lack of air was panicking him, and he could no longer think of a coherent sentence. I'm never going to fit in there, never ever. But I can't shift again...I can't. It won't work.
"Dyn," he gasped sharply. "Please be careful." The effort to take even half a breath caused his ribs to ache horribly, sending daggers of pain up his chest and side. "If I don't get out, do not come back for me."
But he wasn't sure if she heard him, because the agonizing wave of pain and colors flashing before his eyes as he morphed drowned his senses wholly.

(Sorry, this is all I have time for to write right now.)
River, who had been watching them without finding the need to reveal her presence, came up to his side, ready to grab him by the scruff and drag him if he collapsed.

Wolfram had never felt pain when shifting.
Normally it was a strange tugging feeling, like he was being shoved into something that wasn't big enough to hold him. Most of the time he didn't feel anything at all, despite the discomfort of being something so small and lithe compared to his other form at first.
But this time was different. This time he was suffocating. This time he had shifted one to many times for his body to handle. A flash of foreign colors blinded him, agony beyond repair ripped at his bone and flesh, snaking like venom through his veins.
He stumbled to the ground as a lithe black cat, his legs giving out beneath him, tremors shaking his body as the small form tried to comprehend why it hurt so bad. He was sure he had gone unconscious, but the pain told him otherwise. His eyes snapped open, but he couldn't see a thing. But he scented something. It smelled like dog, but more wild and almost like the forest: dark, free, untamed. The copper scent of fear overwhelmed him until he realized it was mostly his own fear scent and not the dog-creatures.
His pain-riddled brain couldn't figure out who it was, though. He vaguely remembered Bleddyn being there, but she was no longer in the small cavern, he knew that much. River.
He realized who it was suddenly. He scrambled to his paws, gasping sharply as he swayed. He realized how difficult it was to breathe, then. His lungs burned and ached, partly from broken ribs and partly from lack of oxygen.
'I t-told y-you not t-to follow m-me.' His jaws clattered together in the weak effort to speak. He realized then that she, a canine, couldn't understand feline speak. 'Go through first,' he urged breathlessly, hoping the wolf could sense the urgency in his meow. 'Go through first, go through. I'll be fine.'

Recognizing that there was about to be a dangerous traffic jam if she didn't get her butt into gear, Bleddyn scuttled through the tunnel at a clip. Her urgent crawl only sped up when she took in a gulp of properly luscious air.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Something like a dopey smirk slid over River's jaws, understanding what he meant, but deciding to ignore it.
Noticing his trouble standing, her smirk ceased, and her eyes flickered with worry. "I'm not leaving you. All we need is for you to pass out. You're coming with me." She growled, suddenly diving forward and gently clamping her jaws around his scruff, beginning to crawl down the tunnel, carrying Wolfram like a newborn pup. Oh, I'm never letting him forget this.

A terrified shriek escaped Wolfram's throat as he was lifted off the ground. A hind leg shot out, furiously scrambling for purchase, but found none, only succeeding in hurting himself further.
'Put me down, put me down, put me down!' His meow was shrill with the fear of not knowing where he was, and only feeling ground beneath him when her head dipped low. 'If I get out of this alive I am going to kill you, River! Please put me down!'

 

[RiverStorm]

A terrified shriek escaped Wolfram's throat as he was lifted off the ground. A hind leg shot out, furiously scrambling for purchase, but found none, only succeeding in hurting himself further.
'Put me down, put me down, put me down!' His meow was shrill with the fear of not knowing where he was, and only feeling ground beneath him when her head dipped low. 'If I get out of this alive I am going to kill you, River! Please put me down!'

River set him down gently, her eyes raging. "Alright, you little kitty. Listen, at least get the drift of what I'm saying. You need to suck it up and shut your muzzle for once in your life. If you walk yourself, you will pass out. So deal with it." She snarled at the much smaller creature, her body hunched down considerable due to the tight confinements of the tunnel.