Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

[Harmonylight]

(Ok, so harmonylight is elsewhere at the moment, but I texted her and asked if I could control her characters momentarily so that we could keep the story rolling in order to get it caught up with the rest of the rp. So, if I do something for her characters, that's why.)
(Oh! Also, I'm gonna edit the original post, but just a heads up, Alyssia is gonna have Apple stay back and not attack, you know, with her being blind and all. XD I totally forgot about Apple being blind when I first wrote it. lol)


Alyssia's heart leapt as Whitestar nodded firmly. They were good with it. She looked towards the others for nods. Bamboo gave the first nod of the three, the excitement in his eyes evident. Blackout was next and he stared out towards the caravan with a very determined look. Apple was the last one. Oh please accept, Apple. If you don't, then Bamboo probably won't and then the whole thing is gonna fall apart. Apple finally nodded her consent but nervously, as if she wasn't sure. Alyssia's heart jumped for joy. Yes! My plan is gonna work!
She turned her focus back towards the main caravan. She nodded back towards the others and told them to get into their positions. Before she left, she turned back one last time towards them. "By the way, when you hear me scream, "attack" that will be the code word for you to actually attack." Confident, she started running towards the caravan. Alright, Alyssia, this has to work, so you better play your part well. The caravan was a little farther than she had previously judged and she was tiring out. The sun beat on her and she could feel her mouth becoming parched again. Keep running, Alyssia. It'll just add to the act when you get there. And, remember, make it dramatic. She smiled, she'd been told that her eccentric personality made her dramatic at times and now she got to test it out.
The caravan got closer and she saw the hunter better. He was a young man and the two people he had been talking to were wearing fancier clothing, so she assumed that they were the wealthy people going to buy and sell dragons at the Scorpion Den. She sped up. This had to look convincing. She heard shouts as she neared the jeeps, they were shouting orders and pulling guns on her. She ran as hard as she could and started shouting things of her own.
"Help me! Help me, please!" she screamed as she ran by the jeeps and towards the limo. Several guards closed on her and blocked her path. She kept running as one of them grabbed her and restrained her. She tried squirming out of his grip, but she couldn't. The shouts were heard by the others and they came towards the commotion.
"What is this all about!" the man in the fancy clothes demanded. The woman standing beside him saw Alyssia and her face softened.
"It's just a terrified girl," she started over to Alyssia and ordered the guard to release her. "Young lady, what are you doing out here?"
Alyssia tried to create fake tears, but they weren't coming. Instead, she jumped to the woman and buried her face in her shoulder. "Help please!" she cried, trying to add more panic to her voice.
The man walked forward, skepticism in his eyes, "Sweetheart! She's a random stranger from the desert! You can't just trust her right off the bat!" He gestured for the guards to grab Alyssia again.
"No! No please! I've been out in the desert for days now! I don't know where to go!"
The woman looked at the man. "Please Jack! She's obviously afraid. Can't we bring her with us. I mean, look at her! She's all burned up and tattered."
Alyssia suppressed a smile. She'd forgotten that she looked a mess and was grateful that it added to her plan.
The one named Jack seemed to soften but shook his head and gestured once again to the guards to grab Alyssia.
She tried to fight back. "No! You don't understand! What happened to me was horrible! I'm burned and dying! I need a city! PLEASE!!" Squirming her way out of their grip, she decided to add some more dramatic nature to it. She fell and grabbed her head, pretending to be remembering horrible events. "NOO STAY AWAY!!" She screamed. "The memories...they're horrible!!!"
The woman rushed to her side and Jack grabbed her, "Jasmine, you can't help her."
"Yes I can!" she replied. More guards came to the scene, trying to restrain Alyssia, but also not knowing whether to help or restrain.
She heard another voice, one that was calm still, even amid the situation. "Have your men restrain her and then I'll keep her away from the rest of the caravan on my dragon, that way if she is dangerous, I'll be able to keep an eye on her." The voice was confident, but also had a soft touch, like he was used to this situation. She looked up to see a blonde haired hunter from the Scorpion Den. Using this moment, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "NOT THEM!!!! THE ATTACK! NOT THE ATTACK!!!" She hoped the dragons recognized the code word and had started to move in. She looked around and saw 5 or 6 guards all around her. They all restrained her and began taking her towards the front of the group towards the limo. She took a quick glance at the jeeps and noticed that there were only two men in one of them. Good, there are only eight of the guards then.
"Get her in the limo, she needs air conditioning and some water!" the woman named Jasmine ordered.
"Jasmine, she can't stay in there though," Jack reminded.
"Yes yes, I know," she said annoyed.
She kept squirming and holding her head. Finally, she felt the cool breeze of air conditioning in the limo. A thing of water was lifted to her lips and she drank long and deep, allowing herself to calm down. Adrenaline was still pumping from her performance and terror started to build up as she didn't hear anything. Not even one scream. Her heart began to sink and she feared that she hadn't screamed loud enough. I thought my plan was gonna work. Now these people are gonna take me back to that retched place and I won't be able to escape this time.
"Are you ok, sweety?" Jasmine asked. Her green eyes bearing into Alyssia's ocean blue ones.
She breathed in and out slowly, "Yes....yes ma'am. I think so... I-"
She stopped as she heard screams coming from outside the limo.

Whitestar watched from the sidelines as Alyssia sprinted out toward the caravan and the other two slipped away. Apple stayed where she was, her scales shifting to match the foliage but not turning completely invisible. A moment passed and soon, he could hear Alyssia crying and shrieking loudly. He listened hard, trying to make sure he could recognize the English word Alyssia had mentioned as the signal. He shifted slightly, unsure if she was screaming for the diversion, or if she was under attack. He could see several of the humans come out of the machines and try to grab her, and it seemed like there was a bit of debating among them and the more important-looking ones before they finally grasped ahold of her. Alyssia let out one more gut-wrenching scream, and Whitestar hesitated, although it sounded like it might be the signal. But then he saw the sand behind two of the machines shift unnaturally and the humans standing beside it were shoved to the ground. Wingbeats sounded nearby and Whitestar saw Blackout shoot out of the oasis shrubbery, aimed straight for the other Nightwing and his rider. Whitestar followed a moment later, running quickly out into the open and then spreading his wings. The desert sun sliced over his cold scales like a dim fire, burning into his muscles and making it uncomfortable to breathe. He flapped every now and then to pick up speed but kept low to the sand, switching back and forth between running and gliding, skipping off the ground. He rose up more just as he approached the closest transport and the two humans turned too slow to aim their weapons at him. He snatched them up in his front talons and beat his wings to rise back into the air, swooping above the limo in the center of the caravan. He flared his wings a little ways away, stopping sharply and letting go of the humans, sending them flying through the air. It probably wasn't enough to kill them, but hopefully, they wouldn't be a problem. He turned quickly back toward the caravan, soaring directly toward the largest machine. He could see Alyssia standing half inside of it, watching them, and he reach out a talon to grab her, hoping that he could get her away without hurting her. Loud banging sounds erupted from the last couple of humans remaining, and Whitestar veered sharply to the right with a hiss, feeling pain streak up his side and one of his hind legs. He swooped around again, his eyes locking on the last transport in front of the limo. He could hear the small explosions from their weapons coming from the ones in the back of the caravan, and he hoped that Bamboo was handling them fine. He pivoted sharply and dove toward them, waiting for the sting of the iron projectiles as he got closer. One stabbed his shoulder and another grazed his neck, but nothing enough to seriously injure him. Whitestar felt the ice building in his chest and then his throat, the cold sensation seeming to energize his parched scales. He opened his wings again and swooped low over the transport, forgetting his previous resolve not to kill any of the creatures. Ice engulfed the machine and the humans around it, small knife-like shards of ice growing instantly over them and their transport. Whitestar heard their last brief shrieks of fear before they were cut off abruptly by the solid frozen mass. Whitestar circled around again, icy mist swirling out from his nostrils and the sides of his snout. He cocked his head toward the caravan again, trying to find Alyssia among the chaos.

Alyssia acted surprised at the sudden screams erupting from everywhere. "What's happening!" She cried to Jasmine.
She began scooting Alyssia over and climbed into the limo with her. "We'll be fine."
"Get onto the floor and cover your heads!" came Jack's voice from outside of the limo. Immediately, Jasmine dropped to the rather spacious floor of the limo in between the chairs that were facing each other. She covered her head and Alyssia decided it was time to strike. She looked around the small space and saw a couple of bags sitting on the chairs. She reached up and gripped the bag hard. She looked back at Jasmine, helpless and not even knowing what was about to happen. Alyssia gripped the bag and stood up on her knees. Bringing the bag back, she was ready to call Jasmine's name and let her have it. She opened her mouth to get Jasmine's attention so she would lift her head, but nothing would come out. She just sat there with her mouth open and sounds of terror screamed around her. The thunder of bullets seemed dull, however, as Alyssia tried to get herself to do it.
Throwing a grenade at a dragon was one thing, but she had looked this person in the eyes and seen the kindness she had granted Alyssia. She couldn't do it. He loves her, she thought of Jack, I can't let him live without someone he loves dearly....like me. She dropped the bag, teeth clenched and her mind screaming at her that she would fail her mission if she didn't do this. No! There has to be another way. Her mind screamed one thing but her heart screamed another. What was she supposed to do? Finally, she lifted the bag again. She scooted closer to Jasmine and shut her eyes tight.
"Jasmine..." she squeaked.
She heard the muffled, "yes?" and then the unmuffled, "What is it, girl?"
Alyssia swung with all her might. Alyssia felt the collision all through her arm and her heart wrenched in pain. the cry of pain tore through the limo and Alyssia opened her eyes to see Jasmine holding her face. The pain and horror in her eyes at what this girl who she had saved had just done broke Alyssia's heart in two.
"I'm so sorry," she muttered. Then she closed her eyes and swung hard again. This time, Jasmine's head hit the metal bar under one of the seats and she lay there limp. Fear tore through her and her hand shot towards Jasmine's neck to make sure she was still alive. A reassuring pulse met her shaking hand and relief spread itself through her body. As long as I don't kill her.
She tore her eyes away from the woman and kicked open the door of the limo. She rolled outside and was met by a deafening roar of bullets and, well, roars. The guards around the limo looked at her and barked an order for her to get inside. She didn't move and the guard turned to forcibly put her into the limo, but his attention was diverted. She looked up to see a silvery dragon swooping through the sky. The beautiful scales shimmering in the desert heat. Whitestar's wings tucked and she saw his beautiful dive towards her. He's trying to grab me! she thought as Whitestar's talons opened towards her. She covered her ears in pain as she heard the bullets start ripping from the guard's guns. Whitestar! She looked up and saw him veer off of his original course to avoid the bullets.
With the guards preoccupied, she took her chance. She stood and began to take off around the other side of the limo. With the guards focused on the dragons in the sky, she made her way towards the nearest jeep. Avoiding the view of one of the guards, she snuck behind the jeep and opened the side door. She saw the guns in the back and her heart dropped again. I...I can't. She looked back at the battle raging outside and then back at the guns. She also eyed a bag of grenades beside the guns.
Screams sounded through the air and Alyssia spun her head towards the scream. Icicles shot up towards the sky and frost covered a large portion of the ground including two guards and a jeep. The yelps of the dragons made their way to he ears and they angered her. She wanted to do something and an idea sparked as the guard ran off towards the icy dragon. She smiled and made her way towards the front of the jeep. She reached around the wheel and felt the cold steel of the keys sitting in the port. The attack must've come too fast for them to have taken the keys out of the vehicle. she thought, pleased with herself.
She slid into the driver's seat and turned the key, the engine humming to life. Pressing the gas, she flew over the sand. She turned the jeep around and put the nearest jeep into her view. Two guards were near it and she floored the gas pedal, speeding towards them. The guards looked her way and saw the jeep coming. Fear engulfed their faces and they jumped to get out of the way. Chuckling slightly as she sped away from them, she heard the deafening sound of bullets again. But, they weren't far away this time. She heard one whiz past her head through the open windows of the jeep and her heart skipped a beat. Fear engulfed her and she didn't move the wheel. She was going straight. The perfect target.... She heard another bullet whiz by and she finally gained a little control of herself. She jerked the wheel to the left and threw sand into the air.
Alyssia's eyes went wide and it was almost as if it happened in slow motion. She saw the man with the gun, the bullet, and finally the pain came. It shot through her arm like nothing she'd ever felt. The bullet imbeded itself in her left forearm. She didn't even realized the gut-wrenching scream she let out as the bullet hit. She let go of the wheel and she spun more until she came to a complete stop. Though, she didn't register the spinning at all. Her head had already been spinning from the initial pain. She cried out again, but she choked up as tears came to her eyes. She held her arm and opened her eyes slightly to peer through watery eyes at her now bloody arm. She cradled it against her body as she tried to get ahold of the situation. The sounds all around her had dulled and she sat in the jeep, not even caring anymore about the screams and shots sounding all around her. All she could feel was the pain, and all she could hear was her heartbeat thumping in her ears. Is this what adventure is? Why did I ever want something like this!!! She tried to control her breathing and wrap her mind around everything while holding her hand over the wound in her arm, blood still spilling out of the wound.
"It's up to you guys..." she muttered, holding her arm closer to her.

(Oh I'm excited to WRITE Austin's reaction to that XD)

Alyssia clutched her arm still. There's a lot of blood, she thought, feeling slightly lightheaded. The pain continued to sear through her arm and she tried not to move it. There has to be a way out, Alyssia. She tried to think of anything to help her. She was hot, parched, and currently bleeding to death. Nothing came to mind. She was....empty. Out of ideas. There....has to be...something. There can't be nothing. Her crying was now a mix of pain and hopelessness. Is there really no hope for me? Is there really none? Her thoughts warred against each other until she heard wingbeats coming closer and closer and she heard something land beside the jeep. She closed her eyes again as she tried to shift in the seat in case it was the nightwing dragon. Not that she could do anything. Daggers seemed to stab up her arms as she moved her arm and she clutched it closer to her, immobilizing it. She shut her eyes, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. She heard the familiar voice, "Alyssia!". She tried to look up at him, her sea blue eyes sparkling from the tears and red rimmed from her sobbing.
Whitestar was the most welcoming thing she could have ever hoped for. His eyes that had seemed cold when she first saw them had a warmth to them now in this desert land and hope ignited within her once again. Oh thank goodness! She tried to open her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She watched him slip onto the roof of the jeep and moments later felt cold claws around her waist as she was lifted out of the jeep. She clenched her teeth hard, suppressing another yelp of pain. She clutched her arm tight and then opened her eyes again to see Whitestar take to the sky with her in his arms. Pressed up against his chest, she could feel the chill of his scales. It was like ice on her skin and it felt relieving after being in this desert for so long. She pressed her injury against the cold dragon to try and help the injury. A sharp breath came as the pain from the cold on the injury started, but she kept it on there.
Alyssia, you're forgetting something... she thought to herself. Panic started in her again. What! What am I forgetting! There can't be anything. The plan is already falling apart. Suddenly it came. The hunter! She needed the hunter. The last part of her plan: to capture the hunter and use him to help them break into the Scorpion Den. She cleared her thoughts and opened her mouth once again. Using the rest of her strength to translate, she forced the words out of her parched lips, "Whitestar, Scorpion Den hunter....we need. He help us. Don't let die." Her head started pounding and her vision was blurring. Her arm kept throbbing and she shut her eyes, completely leaving her wellbeing with the dragon cradling her.

Whitestar glanced down at the little human just in time to see her head droop and her eyes start to flicker shut. He hissed a curse through his teeth, trying to fight back his panic. "I will take care of the hunter in a moment. But not before we get you back to Apple."
He was pretty sure she couldn't understand him. But he found it hard to care in the moment as he angled his wings toward the thick tree cover of the oasis. He dodged the trunk of a particularly large palm tree and then shielded himself and Alyssia with his wings from the garage of leaves, branches, and vines that whipped pasted them. The foliage opened again briefly and Whitestar quickly opened his wings again, the sudden change from the fall yanking hard at the membrane and making the pain flare even more into his injured wing. His back talons hit the sand, the momentum making his legs collapse and he fell forward, splashing sideways into the shallows of the large pool. He caught himself awkwardly on his uninjured wing and one talon, holding Alyssia carefully in the other to keep from dunking her into the water.
"Apple!" He called toward the thick foliage, pushing himself up and limping up the bank out of the pool. He carefully set Alyssia down on a patch of thick grass and turned to look in the direction that he had left the Rainwing, his heartbeat pounding in his ears as panic seeped through his veins.
"Apple!"

(Blackout and Bamboo will be in the same part bc they're together, and Apple will be in her own part bc she's somewhere else anytime a name is boldened, that's who your seeing the perspective from.)

Blackout followed the others, a determined look on his normally passive face. In the past, when fighting for the Den, he had felt resigned to battle. But now, he felt as though nothing could keep him from doing what was required...
Maybe that's because for the first time in his life, he was fighting for the right side.
He took a deep breath. Time to prepare. He didn't love hurting others, but he was going to have to flip the switch in his head like he used to have to when fighting with the Den-army.
He closed his eyes, thinking in his head. Survival vs kindness. It was him or them.
He hated this mindset. He wanted peace. But realistically, he knew that wasn't an option now.
He glanced over at Bamboo, who was huddled waiting for the signal nearby. The Rainwing had a scared and yet excited look on his face.
Bamboo sighed inwardly. Time to fight, he supposed. His tail whipped back and forth from excitement, and he had to camouflage his scales and stomp on his tail. He was both thrilled and terrified. He hadn't really ever fought... but he wanted an adventure. This was the beginning of one...
Right?
He only hoped it wouldn't be the ending for anyone else.
Blackout gave the other dragon a nod and a wink. He wished he could reassure him, but all such words would be fake now.
He looked back and pricked up his ears as he heard Alyssia shrieking.
His eyes flitted towards Whitestar.
Bamboo heard the scream too. His scales tingled. It was an awful cry. He knew it was fake, a distraction. But it still gave him shivers.
Blackout jumped forwards, plowing into a nearby caravan as the signal hit his ears. He roared and turned, opening his mouth and emitting a pillar of fire that caused a series of small explosions near Bamboo.
A nearby Nightwing started towards him, and Blackout bit down on the skull of the dragon as it approached, yanking and hearing a pop. "Sorry about that." He muttered half-apologetically as he dropped the dispatched dragon. The human on it's back toppled off, and Blackout knocked him out with one quick swipe. Blackout had nearly no time to register that he knew the human before he was distracted.
Bamboo screeched in fear and excitement as the battle burst into action. He opened his wings and flapped once, hovering briefly and glanced around. He saw a stray human running nearby, not noticing that there was an almost invisible dragon. Bamboo dropped on top of the human, feeling him wriggle beneath him.
"Uh- uh WHAT DO I DO NOW?!" He yelped frantically, looking at Blackout who was now wiping out an entire group of humans again.
"Dude- I-" Blackout grunted, flipping a motorbike over and trapping a couple people beneath it. He ducked his head, a thrown projectile narrowly missing- "can't really talk-" He glanced towards Bamboo, who clearly hadn't done anything like this ever.
"Just fly up and drop him into an opened caravan!" He yelled annoyedly, barreling past the Rainwing and taking out several gun-wielding humans who were about to hit Bamboo.
Bamboo looked down at the barely moving person beneath his talons. "Sorry..." he muttered, and flew upwards, dropping him closely, but not into an open caravan; directly on top of two others.
He watched as they all tumbled to the sand. A grin broke out. "Hey look Blackout I did it!!!" He laughed.
No answer.
He turned around to see Blackout being backed up against a caravan... With dozens of weaponized humans threatening him every step of the way.
Blackout panted. He wasn't in a good position. He could easily get either badly hurt or possibly die right now. Whitestar and Alyssia weren't available, and last he knew, Bamboo was occupied with... well.... he wasn't sure but he knew the Rainwing had to be nearby.
Suddenly, the air behind the humans converging on him shimmered and a bright yellow face appeared.
It looked directly at him, grinned, and then disappeared- and panicked yells erupted as the humans began toppling to the ground.
Bamboo reappeared, prancing up to Blackout. He stepped on several humans, but didn't look down. If he convinced himself he was okay and that it was just a random stone beneath, he would be fine.
"Look at that! I saved you!" He chirped proudly, his tail whipping back and forth excitedly.
Blackout glanced past him. He wasn't sure if Bamboo knew that his tail was whamming into humans laying on the sand, but he wasn't about to tell him to stop.
"I'm sure I could've been ok..." Blackout shrugged. "It looked worse than it really was."
Bamboo giggled. "Nope! Saved you!" He grinned happily. "See, I'm useful!"
Blackout rolled his eyes, but allowed a smile. "Fine..." he said in a grudging tone, then winked at Bamboo.
Flapping wings above him distracted him and he looked up. Whitestar was rising up with... was that a bloody Alyssia... in tow?
Crap...
Bamboo looked on in concern as he took to the sky as well. As Whitestar yelled for Apple, Bamboo took off quicker and headed back to warn Apple.
Blackout deciphered what he could of what Alyssia had said to Whitestar, and understood surprisingly quick. They needed the hunter.
That was the one he had knocked out.
He wheeled around quickly, and picked up the human in his talons. When he glanced down at the person, he nearly dropped him in shock. It was the same one that had ridden him for years and tortured him...
Blackout almost chuckled as they began flying back to Apple. How the tables had turned... This was his lucky day.

 

[Harmonylight]

Alone in the oasis, Apple listened to wing-beats, worried, as the others departed. She whispered half aloud, half to herself. "Be safe."
She sighed as the others left her. Time to be alone now. She settled down into the leaves. It was kinda strange not having Bamboo nearby. Almost all their lives they had done things together.
Learning; they were in the same class.
Games; they were each others opponents or teammates.
Of course they lived together, so that was more time spent together.
They were always together. Their hammocks were directly next to each others, and they were often awake much too late, talking.
They had this little game they liked to play. Bamboo would tell her about his day and all the things he had seen, and would describe them. Then, he would silently choose an item from his story and Apple would try to guess it from the one-word descriptions.
If at the end, she guessed it, he lost. He won if she couldn't guess it with his adequate descriptions! If he hadn't described it well enough, he lost...
He always complained, but Apple had the better complaint-
"I'm blind, dude." She would say flatly, halting all conversation. Then he would say, "Oh I see!" And she would attempt to push him out of his hammock.
It was practically a tradition now.
Apple was jerked out of her memories as she heard a small squeak and a thud.
She shot upright, inhaling all the scents around her.
Dirt. Rain. Dew.
Water. Leaves.
Fur?
She stepped forwards, murmuring a soft, "Hello?"
Apple sniffed the air. Nothing- Oh wait!
She knew the smell.
It was a sloth. And by the smell of it, it was pretty close to her. She reached out a talon, feeling around, until it brushed fur nearby.
"Aww... hey. You fell out of your tree, didn't you?" She softly whispered, picking up the sweet creature and cradling it in her left wing. "Well, you're safe with me."
She moved the sloth so it could cling to her neck. "There you go, little girl." She hummed lightly as she enjoyed the feeling of another creature feeling so safe with her.
Above her, wings could be heard unexpectedly, and Bamboo dropped to the ground, out of breath.
"Alyssia- hurt- on the way!" He gasped out.

 

[Harmonylight]

Neoma doesn't have to be rped rn bc she's unconcious lol from the poison still

 

[Yukiko]

(Blackout and Bamboo will be in the same part bc they're together, and Apple will be in her own part bc she's somewhere else anytime a name is boldened, that's who your seeing the perspective from.)

Blackout followed the others, a determined look on his normally passive face. In the past, when fighting for the Den, he had felt resigned to battle. But now, he felt as though nothing could keep him from doing what was required...
Maybe that's because for the first time in his life, he was fighting for the right side.
He took a deep breath. Time to prepare. He didn't love hurting others, but he was going to have to flip the switch in his head like he used to have to when fighting with the Den-army.
He closed his eyes, thinking in his head. Survival vs kindness. It was him or them.
He hated this mindset. He wanted peace. But realistically, he knew that wasn't an option now.
He glanced over at Bamboo, who was huddled waiting for the signal nearby. The Rainwing had a scared and yet excited look on his face.
Bamboo sighed inwardly. Time to fight, he supposed. His tail whipped back and forth from excitement, and he had to camouflage his scales and stomp on his tail. He was both thrilled and terrified. He hadn't really ever fought... but he wanted an adventure. This was the beginning of one...
Right?
He only hoped it wouldn't be the ending for anyone else.
Blackout gave the other dragon a nod and a wink. He wished he could reassure him, but all such words would be fake now.
He looked back and pricked up his ears as he heard Alyssia shrieking.
His eyes flitted towards Whitestar.
Bamboo heard the scream too. His scales tingled. It was an awful cry. He knew it was fake, a distraction. But it still gave him shivers.
Blackout jumped forwards, plowing into a nearby caravan as the signal hit his ears. He roared and turned, opening his mouth and emitting a pillar of fire that caused a series of small explosions near Bamboo.
A nearby Nightwing started towards him, and Blackout bit down on the skull of the dragon as it approached, yanking and hearing a pop. "Sorry about that." He muttered half-apologetically as he dropped the dispatched dragon. The human on it's back toppled off, and Blackout knocked him out with one quick swipe. Blackout had nearly no time to register that he knew the human before he was distracted.
Bamboo screeched in fear and excitement as the battle burst into action. He opened his wings and flapped once, hovering briefly and glanced around. He saw a stray human running nearby, not noticing that there was an almost invisible dragon. Bamboo dropped on top of the human, feeling him wriggle beneath him.
"Uh- uh WHAT DO I DO NOW?!" He yelped frantically, looking at Blackout who was now wiping out an entire group of humans again.
"Dude- I-" Blackout grunted, flipping a motorbike over and trapping a couple people beneath it. He ducked his head, a thrown projectile narrowly missing- "can't really talk-" He glanced towards Bamboo, who clearly hadn't done anything like this ever.
"Just fly up and drop him into an opened caravan!" He yelled annoyedly, barreling past the Rainwing and taking out several gun-wielding humans who were about to hit Bamboo.
Bamboo looked down at the barely moving person beneath his talons. "Sorry..." he muttered, and flew upwards, dropping him closely, but not into an open caravan; directly on top of two others.
He watched as they all tumbled to the sand. A grin broke out. "Hey look Blackout I did it!!!" He laughed.
No answer.
He turned around to see Blackout being backed up against a caravan... With dozens of weaponized humans threatening him every step of the way.
Blackout panted. He wasn't in a good position. He could easily get either badly hurt or possibly die right now. Whitestar and Alyssia weren't available, and last he knew, Bamboo was occupied with... well.... he wasn't sure but he knew the Rainwing had to be nearby.
Suddenly, the air behind the humans converging on him shimmered and a bright yellow face appeared.
It looked directly at him, grinned, and then disappeared- and panicked yells erupted as the humans began toppling to the ground.
Bamboo reappeared, prancing up to Blackout. He stepped on several humans, but didn't look down. If he convinced himself he was okay and that it was just a random stone beneath, he would be fine.
"Look at that! I saved you!" He chirped proudly, his tail whipping back and forth excitedly.
Blackout glanced past him. He wasn't sure if Bamboo knew that his tail was whamming into humans laying on the sand, but he wasn't about to tell him to stop.
"I'm sure I could've been ok..." Blackout shrugged. "It looked worse than it really was."
Bamboo giggled. "Nope! Saved you!" He grinned happily. "See, I'm useful!"
Blackout rolled his eyes, but allowed a smile. "Fine..." he said in a grudging tone, then winked at Bamboo.
Flapping wings above him distracted him and he looked up. Whitestar was rising up with... was that a bloody Alyssia... in tow?
Crap...
Bamboo looked on in concern as he took to the sky as well. As Whitestar yelled for Apple, Bamboo took off quicker and headed back to warn Apple.
Blackout deciphered what he could of what Alyssia had said to Whitestar, and understood surprisingly quick. They needed the hunter.
That was the one he had knocked out.
He wheeled around quickly, and picked up the human in his talons. When he glanced down at the person, he nearly dropped him in shock. It was the same one that had ridden him for years and tortured him...
Blackout almost chuckled as they began flying back to Apple. How the tables had turned... This was his lucky day.

Austin heard the dragons pounce on the men around him. Their shrieks filled the air. He ran towards his dragon who was sitting, now attentive, to the chaos erupting around him. Austin sprinted towards the dragon as it lowered slightly, allowing the reins to hang loosely. He reached out and gripped the leather reins hard. Using his momentum, he swung gracefully onto the back of his nightwing and pulled out his gun ready to go. He saw the shadow all too late and the large black dragon was on his. The dangerously sharp teeth tearing his nightwing apart. He saw the sky and then the ground as he was thrown off of his dragon and into the grainy sand. Instinctively, he reached for his swords, but looked up to see the face of the dragon who had just obliterated his own.
He gasped.
The same eyes, the same shade of color, the same ability to fight. Only one dragon could be this good and look like that. "Blackout?" he said before something slammed the back of his head and he was out like a light.

A short time later....

Austin felt wind on his face and something around his waist. It was cold and scaly and didn't seem to let go of him. He could hear wingbeats and the events that seemed like they had just happened a little bit ago flashed back through his mind. The attack and the dragons. He looked up, bright light making its way into his eyes. He saw a giant black silhouette above him and his heart sank. I literally just lost in two seconds to a dragon. C'mon, Austin, get it together. He made sure not to move. If he moved they would know that he was awake and would start questioning him. If they wanted to eat me they would've done so by now, so this obviously something about money or information. The headache was still beating its way into his brain and he shut his eyes tight. He felt the injuries from the attack and groaned slightly to himself. The headache worsened and he couldn't keep his eyes focused. Slowly, his consciousness began leaving again. No, I can't go yet! Not when I have another dragon to get revenge on. He felt his consciousness begin slipping and he closed his eyes to accept it. I'll get them....they'll be sorry,

 

[-Shade-]

"When is your transport group available?" Roe asked.
"Got a crew on standby." Tobias said, "Anytime. What do you have lined up?"
"We are short on time, Monzy has sixteen available. That is cutting it short."
"How many dragons can we get in a truck?"
The large white dragon, Kasa, spoke up, "Dude, like three to six average. It entirely depends on what sizes we're transporting, also the open or closed trucks."
Roe nodded, "Aye, cutting it short. How many trucks do you have available, Tobias?"
"Uhh," Tobias squinted, at the ground, rubbing the back of his head, "Dunno, at least thirty,"
"Thirty!?" Sparrow barked with a look of shock.
Roe was suddenly overwhelmed, dropping her gaze with a smile, "That is.. oh, August, that is wonderful."
Tobias cocked his head, eye brows raised, "Well, there we go. I can try for more. But dunno who else I'd fully trust. Some of these guys, even, might turn it all in."
Vel hissed, dark green flashing through her scales.
"Vel." Roe chided, and the RainWing's hissing grew louder, then subsided, her tail flicking as she shook her head.
"Sparrow, you lot have to go." Vel growled, and the black, orange dragon nodded in agreement, pushing his way to the door. Kal winked at Eclipse on his way out, Wanda smiled gently, ducking her head as she slipped through the doorway.
"Alright-" Roe began as soon as the door shut, "we will close down The Maze from the inside as soon as we begin freeing prisoners, the truck yard will remain open. Then we transport everyone out as fast a possible. We will have organized groups working together." Roe hesitated, reaching for her phone. "Okay, uhm... Oop."
"What?" A tall, grey and white dragon asked, leaning over Roe's shoulder.
"Oh, goodness." Roe whispered absentmindedly.
" What?" A short, white dragon asked, chestnut splotches around her eyes.
"Oooohhhh, dear." The grey, white RainWing said slowly, turning to the group. "The world's ending."
Unamused scoffs trickled through the group of RainWings, and the short, chestnut RainWing huffed, "Oh, just tell us, Jyn."
"It's not even bad." Jyn rolled her eyes, "Everyone's coming here in ten, rather than this afternoon. Chill out, Roe."
Roe took a long breath, still staring at the phone. "That is not what I reacted about." She notified the group, her thick accent making Tobias strain to make out the sentence as it echoed through the lot.
"What was it?" Kasa asked on behalf of the group after Roe paused.
"Later." She decided. "All our partners and sponsors will be here any minute." Roe shrugged, "Apparently no one can make up their mind." She smiled ruefully. "Are you alright with this?" Roe met Eclipse's gaze, "I lot of people will be here."
"They're good guys." Tobias added.
"Good guys," Roe agreed.

Eclipse huffed, her tail thrashing once in annoyance. "Only if I don't have to be involved with any of them and I am allowed to threaten them if they stare at me too long," She gave Tobias a mischievous smile. "Don't worry I won't actually kill anyone. But it's fun to act like I might."

 

[-Shade-]

(Blackout and Bamboo will be in the same part bc they're together, and Apple will be in her own part bc she's somewhere else anytime a name is boldened, that's who your seeing the perspective from.)

Blackout followed the others, a determined look on his normally passive face. In the past, when fighting for the Den, he had felt resigned to battle. But now, he felt as though nothing could keep him from doing what was required...
Maybe that's because for the first time in his life, he was fighting for the right side.
He took a deep breath. Time to prepare. He didn't love hurting others, but he was going to have to flip the switch in his head like he used to have to when fighting with the Den-army.
He closed his eyes, thinking in his head. Survival vs kindness. It was him or them.
He hated this mindset. He wanted peace. But realistically, he knew that wasn't an option now.
He glanced over at Bamboo, who was huddled waiting for the signal nearby. The Rainwing had a scared and yet excited look on his face.
Bamboo sighed inwardly. Time to fight, he supposed. His tail whipped back and forth from excitement, and he had to camouflage his scales and stomp on his tail. He was both thrilled and terrified. He hadn't really ever fought... but he wanted an adventure. This was the beginning of one...
Right?
He only hoped it wouldn't be the ending for anyone else.
Blackout gave the other dragon a nod and a wink. He wished he could reassure him, but all such words would be fake now.
He looked back and pricked up his ears as he heard Alyssia shrieking.
His eyes flitted towards Whitestar.
Bamboo heard the scream too. His scales tingled. It was an awful cry. He knew it was fake, a distraction. But it still gave him shivers.
Blackout jumped forwards, plowing into a nearby caravan as the signal hit his ears. He roared and turned, opening his mouth and emitting a pillar of fire that caused a series of small explosions near Bamboo.
A nearby Nightwing started towards him, and Blackout bit down on the skull of the dragon as it approached, yanking and hearing a pop. "Sorry about that." He muttered half-apologetically as he dropped the dispatched dragon. The human on it's back toppled off, and Blackout knocked him out with one quick swipe. Blackout had nearly no time to register that he knew the human before he was distracted.
Bamboo screeched in fear and excitement as the battle burst into action. He opened his wings and flapped once, hovering briefly and glanced around. He saw a stray human running nearby, not noticing that there was an almost invisible dragon. Bamboo dropped on top of the human, feeling him wriggle beneath him.
"Uh- uh WHAT DO I DO NOW?!" He yelped frantically, looking at Blackout who was now wiping out an entire group of humans again.
"Dude- I-" Blackout grunted, flipping a motorbike over and trapping a couple people beneath it. He ducked his head, a thrown projectile narrowly missing- "can't really talk-" He glanced towards Bamboo, who clearly hadn't done anything like this ever.
"Just fly up and drop him into an opened caravan!" He yelled annoyedly, barreling past the Rainwing and taking out several gun-wielding humans who were about to hit Bamboo.
Bamboo looked down at the barely moving person beneath his talons. "Sorry..." he muttered, and flew upwards, dropping him closely, but not into an open caravan; directly on top of two others.
He watched as they all tumbled to the sand. A grin broke out. "Hey look Blackout I did it!!!" He laughed.
No answer.
He turned around to see Blackout being backed up against a caravan... With dozens of weaponized humans threatening him every step of the way.
Blackout panted. He wasn't in a good position. He could easily get either badly hurt or possibly die right now. Whitestar and Alyssia weren't available, and last he knew, Bamboo was occupied with... well.... he wasn't sure but he knew the Rainwing had to be nearby.
Suddenly, the air behind the humans converging on him shimmered and a bright yellow face appeared.
It looked directly at him, grinned, and then disappeared- and panicked yells erupted as the humans began toppling to the ground.
Bamboo reappeared, prancing up to Blackout. He stepped on several humans, but didn't look down. If he convinced himself he was okay and that it was just a random stone beneath, he would be fine.
"Look at that! I saved you!" He chirped proudly, his tail whipping back and forth excitedly.
Blackout glanced past him. He wasn't sure if Bamboo knew that his tail was whamming into humans laying on the sand, but he wasn't about to tell him to stop.
"I'm sure I could've been ok..." Blackout shrugged. "It looked worse than it really was."
Bamboo giggled. "Nope! Saved you!" He grinned happily. "See, I'm useful!"
Blackout rolled his eyes, but allowed a smile. "Fine..." he said in a grudging tone, then winked at Bamboo.
Flapping wings above him distracted him and he looked up. Whitestar was rising up with... was that a bloody Alyssia... in tow?
Crap...
Bamboo looked on in concern as he took to the sky as well. As Whitestar yelled for Apple, Bamboo took off quicker and headed back to warn Apple.
Blackout deciphered what he could of what Alyssia had said to Whitestar, and understood surprisingly quick. They needed the hunter.
That was the one he had knocked out.
He wheeled around quickly, and picked up the human in his talons. When he glanced down at the person, he nearly dropped him in shock. It was the same one that had ridden him for years and tortured him...
Blackout almost chuckled as they began flying back to Apple. How the tables had turned... This was his lucky day.

Alone in the oasis, Apple listened to wing-beats, worried, as the others departed. She whispered half aloud, half to herself. "Be safe."
She sighed as the others left her. Time to be alone now. She settled down into the leaves. It was kinda strange not having Bamboo nearby. Almost all their lives they had done things together.
Learning; they were in the same class.
Games; they were each others opponents or teammates.
Of course they lived together, so that was more time spent together.
They were always together. Their hammocks were directly next to each others, and they were often awake much too late, talking.
They had this little game they liked to play. Bamboo would tell her about his day and all the things he had seen, and would describe them. Then, he would silently choose an item from his story and Apple would try to guess it from the one-word descriptions.
If at the end, she guessed it, he lost. He won if she couldn't guess it with his adequate descriptions! If he hadn't described it well enough, he lost...
He always complained, but Apple had the better complaint-
"I'm blind, dude." She would say flatly, halting all conversation. Then he would say, "Oh I see!" And she would attempt to push him out of his hammock.
It was practically a tradition now.
Apple was jerked out of her memories as she heard a small squeak and a thud.
She shot upright, inhaling all the scents around her.
Dirt. Rain. Dew.
Water. Leaves.
Fur?
She stepped forwards, murmuring a soft, "Hello?"
Apple sniffed the air. Nothing- Oh wait!
She knew the smell.
It was a sloth. And by the smell of it, it was pretty close to her. She reached out a talon, feeling around, until it brushed fur nearby.
"Aww... hey. You fell out of your tree, didn't you?" She softly whispered, picking up the sweet creature and cradling it in her left wing. "Well, you're safe with me."
She moved the sloth so it could cling to her neck. "There you go, little girl." She hummed lightly as she enjoyed the feeling of another creature feeling so safe with her.
Above her, wings could be heard unexpectedly, and Bamboo dropped to the ground, out of breath.
"Alyssia- hurt- on the way!" He gasped out.

Austin heard the dragons pounce on the men around him. Their shrieks filled the air. He ran towards his dragon who was sitting, now attentive, to the chaos erupting around him. Austin sprinted towards the dragon as it lowered slightly, allowing the reins to hang loosely. He reached out and gripped the leather reins hard. Using his momentum, he swung gracefully onto the back of his nightwing and pulled out his gun ready to go. He saw the shadow all too late and the large black dragon was on his. The dangerously sharp teeth tearing his nightwing apart. He saw the sky and then the ground as he was thrown off of his dragon and into the grainy sand. Instinctively, he reached for his swords, but looked up to see the face of the dragon who had just obliterated his own.
He gasped.
The same eyes, the same shade of color, the same ability to fight. Only one dragon could be this good and look like that. "Blackout?" he said before something slammed the back of his head and he was out like a light.

A short time later....

Austin felt wind on his face and something around his waist. It was cold and scaly and didn't seem to let go of him. He could hear wingbeats and the events that seemed like they had just happened a little bit ago flashed back through his mind. The attack and the dragons. He looked up, bright light making its way into his eyes. He saw a giant black silhouette above him and his heart sank. I literally just lost in two seconds to a dragon. C'mon, Austin, get it together. He made sure not to move. If he moved they would know that he was awake and would start questioning him. If they wanted to eat me they would've done so by now, so this obviously something about money or information. The headache was still beating its way into his brain and he shut his eyes tight. He felt the injuries from the attack and groaned slightly to himself. The headache worsened and he couldn't keep his eyes focused. Slowly, his consciousness began leaving again. No, I can't go yet! Not when I have another dragon to get revenge on. He felt his consciousness begin slipping and he closed his eyes to accept it. I'll get them....they'll be sorry,

(When he wakes up all his weapons are gonna be just reminiscence of sand XD )

Whitestar crouched helplessly over Alyssia, panic spreading over his scales. The tiny human barely seemed to be conscious and her entire arm was covered in thick, crimson blood. The greenery trembled and then broke as Apple and Bamboo bounded quickly into the clearing around the pool.
I should just use it. This is an emergency.
His thoughts spun and swirled in his head like an icy whirlpool, panic sending his thoughts into a messy spiral.
But there are other dragons here. He watched Blackout descend into the clearing with them, clutching an important-looking human in his talons.
I can't trust them. What would they do if they found out what I am capable of? How much would a human pay for an animus dragon? I still don't know for sure if Blackout is really turning his back on the Den. Worse--what if one of them somehow got to the Queen? What would she do?
Whitestar stared at Alyssia's pale form, the blood staining the grass.
What if she dies because I am too much of a coward to do something about it?
He clutched his head with a low growl of frustration.
"Apple, is there anything you can do?"

 

[-Shade-]

SORRY, sorry, sorry, I missed everything, I was in the middle of Rping Eclipse's part and then my dad brought dinner home and one thing led to another, before you know it, it's 10 pm and I have chicks hatching.

 

[Yukiko]

lol noice!!! My big sis used to breed lops! And show them
I think Qi’ra could be paired with Rose, or Jyn… either one

Helios watched a few humans rummage around in a pile of boxes looking for something outside of the yard they were in, the small window barely providing enough space to see through. He was trying to see what they were getting when Crest asked him something.
“Not in a long, long time. My kingdom hasn’t faired well through the years, infact Its hardly a kingdom at all anymore.” He said sorrowfully, though maintaining a more composed expression.
Oh Lumos, my love, I miss you dearly. If only you could know our son is alive…
Just then, as the old Solarwing thought longingly about his family, a group of humans came in. The ones rummaging In the boxes. They started coming towards him, one holding a small metal thingy and the other holding one of what theyd used to hurt Crest with.
Oh not on me you don’t…
Helios stuck his wing out of the cage and swung his razor sharp wing tips at the humans. The smart ones ducked and rolled away, helios wasn’t fast enough.
“Aye, nasty ol’ bag o’ bones, you ain’t gettin us that easy. Looks like it’s time for you ta fight Bloodmoon. Hah” the Human yelled in an odd voice, the only word Helios could understand was one said in dragon. Bloodmoon.
The humans grabbed extended ropes and began rolling the elevated cage helios was in away while the leader of the humans took out a noisy brick of shiny silver and began talking into it.
After only a couple seconds the humans face become one of confusion and shock.
He turned to the others and began to talk.
“Bloodmoon’s gone….and (owners name) is dead…” he said slowly, his face contorting angrily.
Helios looked at Crest. “That’s not good is it?”

Crest stayed silent after the king's comment, seeing him lost in his thoughts. His attention was diverted towards some humans rummaging in boxes. Oh no. They brought the electric spears and a metal object. Crest tensed as they approached the king with the objects. They wouldn't dare attack the king with those! He grabbed his cage with one of his claws, ready to pounce into action. The king was way ahead of him and the fiery flew out of the cage and tried to take out some of the people.
Crest's heart skipped a beat as he listened to the remark about Helios fighting. Bloodmoon...I've heard of him.
"King Helios!" Crest said trying to get his attention. He was cut off by the human's device. "Bloodmoon's gone...and (owners name) is dead..." the human with the device informed his cohorts. Crest breathed out a sigh of relief.
Helios's fiery gaze turned towards Crest, "That's not good is it?"
Crest answered, the relief evident in his voice. "No, your highness, it wasn't good. You were apparently scheduled to fight Bloodmoon. I've heard of him. Very dangerous and ruthless dragon. But, it seems that he is gone, so that's good for now."
Another human walked into the room, a small grin on his face. Crest had chills down his back at the sight of him. He went over to the group of humans and gestured towards Helios. "The people still want to see the grand solarwing king fight, so we are still going to have him fight, but it will be against a different dragon." Anger welled up in Crest at their brutality towards a royal dragon. He glared daggers at the man as he looked towards the seawing. He walked closer to Crest's cage and grinned evilly. "Oh, don't give me that look, seawing. If you want at least a little water before your fight with the solarwing king, I suggest that you be nicer to me."
The aqua blue eyes went wide and Crest backed up slightly in his cage. He looked over to the king, terror on his face. I'm supposed to fight the Solarwing king!
"I can't fight him," he said in human. "I'm not strong enough."
The man laughed, "Oh we know that. That's why we're giving you some water before the fight." He chuckled again, "Though if he were to obliterate you, I'm sure the crowd would love that too." Crest growled loudly and lunged forward trying to scare the man off, but the man didn't flinch. He simply smiled and turned towards the group, "Take the solarwing and inject him with half of the solar-returning serum. We want him at almost full capacity for the fight." He looked back at the seawing, "Take this one to get some water. But, only as much as he needs to...shall we way...function." He walked away and the others got to work. They hauled the cages up and began taking them away to their respective places.
He took one last look at the king, translating what had just happened. "King Helios, we're going to fight each other in the ring and they're taking you to get your powers back and...."
They both went their separate ways and he couldn't see the king or tell him anything more. Crest, this is why you don't get close to dragons. You'll never know when something like this will happen....

 

[Mary Poopins Love]

Hi, I'm here. What should I do again? Btw, I'm goin to Orthodontist at 1:00 ET

 

[Crestcrazy2]

Two deep purple eyes were leveled with a table, watching a bubbling liquid eat away at a pile of metal chains. “Perfect.” She said, pleased with herself, her voice sounding as if she was older then she actually was. A pair of plants looking like long tendrils started wriggling to life on either side of the table, one reaching out and wiping away the half disintegrated chains while the other soaked up the acid with a old rag stained many different colors. After there work was done the plants returned to their normal state and Rose walked quietly away. Various types of foliage brushed past her, some curling inward into a protective ball or quickly snapping their mouths down on nothingness, but most just happy to let her stroll by and stay as they were.
Hungryyyyy…
Sunlight…happy…sunlight…
Mmmmm dirtttt….
The plants murmured eerily and she did her best to ignore it, she only really liked the flowers voices and even then sometimes it got annoying in her head. She took a deep breath as she passed the plants, entering her real greenhouse. The walkway from the lab to the greenhouse had collected so much dirt and seeds from walking back and forth so constantly that it had practically turned into another garden.
She scanned the plants, looking for a certain parasitic mushroom-like fungus that she needed for a tincture.
Hide, darkness, moist, rot. Hide, darkness, moist, rot. The plant repeated over and over in a lazy low whispery voice.
“There you are.” She said, snipping a bit of fungus away with her talons and returning to the lab.
The lab was old, like, very old, scorch marks spiraled across the walls from the other room. The fire had licked it’s way across the rooms in a matter of moments that night, The night those wicked humans had decided to take her parents fate into their own hands.
Copper pipes ran up and down every wall in the lab and most leaked. Moss had begun to grow in every corner of the apartment and Rose was amazed the floor had held up so long. Rose took a deep breath of the moist air and settled down by her table, getting to work on a tincture to boost adrenaline.
The escapees would need it.

Uhm. Well. They're all named after my Rabbitry herd.
(Also, I realized I already had Cinta in WoF but whatever. I'll change her name to Vel.)
I haven't been able to develop much personality wise... But basically they're going to be their irl selfs:
Jyn is motherly and gentle.
Qi'ra is curios and kind.
Wanda is cautious and sweet.
Kasa is low-key, stupid, goofy. (Dude)
Kal is pretty much Kasa, but slightly introverted. (Dude)
Solo is brave, excited, and cautious. (Dude)
Wren is brave, curious.
Haven is nervous, but assertive.
Vel is rebellious and wild.

I think RainWings fit with my rabbits so well xD and we need a little army. They should be hilarious to RP together with their fam dynamic. Pick who you think is best to work with Rose Also- I may have missed someone... I can't remember, I have a bunno named Tobias, so I may have changed his name to something else. OH WAIT I DID-

Beckett is basically Qi'ra in dude form.

*Tobias Beckett, anyone? *

Thar ya go, mon. Also, good gravy, I am not a bunny hoarder or anything
I breed show stock Lops and have a whole thriving business- I love the bunnies. A lot. I DONT LIKE, COLLECT THEM OR SOMETHING. :l

..
Ta. Da.

“Oooh lovely, just what I wanted!”
Rose said sarcastically as a plume of red and yellow smoke enveloped her head. The adrenaline shot wasn’t working out like how she’d wanted. The chemical she was adding was supposed to bind to the liquid and then settle down, Not blow up. She glimpsed at a small book laying on her table. It was old and handwritten, smelling of body odor and chemicals and the writing was sooo small. She’d bought it from the collection of books left behind after a great scientist had passed away, finding many recipes inside that would be helpful in the upcoming jailbreak. She flipped through a few pages and found the recipe she was looking for under Adrenaline booster: project super soldier. Classified.
She found the flaw in her mixture and corrected it. Holding the small vile up to her eyes and shaking it around, the mixture looked good and was the right color, there was only one thing to do now. Rose took a syringe and filled it up with the mixture. “Here goes nothing…”
She found a vein and injected herself with the serum. Within thirty seconds she felt as if she could fly around the world and have energy to spare. The world was so slow, the plants voices in her head were starting to get nauseating. As long as they don’t have Leafspeak, this should work.
She decided to lay down until it wore off, though she wanted to climb to the top of the building and scream from the rooftops while doing cartwheels. I wonder where Qi’ra is.
@_-Captain BRM-_