Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

[Crestcrazy2]

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Hello!!!!!

I have done so many role-plays before. Haha. i’m quite the veteran as I’ve even made my own in the past.

Haha that’s for sure those were the good ol’ days!

The same one Phoenix is supposedly in

Gotcha, she is in the Grebes Nest. What is sunrise? A cloudwing or a Solarwing?

Tobias felt his whole body suddenly shift. He sat up, blinking away exhausted tears as he tried to gather his bearings.
Oh gosh.
They were in the desert. THE DESERT. You die in the desert. People get lost in the desert. So, why, for gosh sakes were they in the desert??
"Tobe. Hey? Buddayy. Do you know where you are?"
He heard the voice, but the sudden realization of the hideous pain in his arm tore him from reality. For a moment, he fought back, hating to get lost in the fever dreams, hating to loose control. He festered in a daze, only able to hear his own, shaking breaths. He was vaguely aware of a sharp pain in his left shoulder. It dissipated quickly, but the thought of more drugs and needles just made him fight all the harder.
Ten minutes passed, maybe. His vision sharpened, the pain in his arm significantly dulled. He regained control of his mind, no longer dwelling in a fever haze. Tobias sucked in a sharp breath in satisfaction, relief tearing through him.
Something placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Tobias, we're in the Straights. A few hours out from the first Checkpoint. How you doing, man?"
It was Gables. And suddenly.. it all came back.
"How far out are we?" Tobias whispered, already sensing the hoarseness of his own voice. He swallowed, hard, wincing.
Gables' hand moved to Tobias' forehead, whistling when he pulled away. "I shouldn't have done that. I gave you some of Ferrin's serum. He said to wait till you woke up on your own. But.." his eyes scanned over Tobias, "but I got sick of you looking dead."
How lovely.
"We're three hours out. Ferrin called. He has some news regarding a few hunters they're sending after us."
How pleasant.
"Says you know one? A hybrid. The whole thing was vague and stupid, I think he had to be censored around someone- sounded like he was in the car. But.." Gables took a deep breath, "but he said to tell you 'the hybrid needs to be brought back. Just like Sol.'"
Realization slammed. Tobias sat up, gripping the arm rest. "I need to call Ferrin."
"No service. Relax, my guy. We still have a lead."
"No. No, we don't. Not with mutated hybrids." Tobias whispered, slumping back into his seat. He stared ahead, watching the slow rise and fall of the dues as they careened through the sand ridden wasteland. "Gables.. they're right behind us."

Man U da best

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

Hello!!!!!

Haha that’s for sure those were the good ol’ days!

Gotcha, she is in the Grebes Nest. What is sunrise? A cloudwing or a Solarwing?

Man U da best

CloudWing

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Helios closed his eyes for a moment, trying to think. When he opened them again and looked at his son, he realized it was true. This Sol, the version before him, knew nothing of him. The bond they shared had been wiped away from his mind, the humans not only took him from his family but took his memories as well? When was it ever enough for them? “I….I-I don’t understand, like…amnesia? Sol…” he started, his words faltering as he looked his son in the eyes.

Sol straightened, pushing a smile as he felt his chest constrict, emotions suddenly overwhelming. "No, uh, no, Helios." He dropped his gaze again, staring at the ground, as if in a daze.
What should he tell him?
Everything.
But what would his father do?
..he didn't know.
Finally Sol spoke, his voice low and even, "When if first came to The Scorpion Den, I fought. I fought hard, but not the dragons... I fought the humans. I killed one once. I don't remember much of this, mostly Tobias filled me in. He said they'd put me in the arena, and I'd take it, without lifting a talon. I guess I was too proud. I wouldn't do what they wanted."
Helios took a deep breath, knowing full well why the real Sol had refused to fight.
"But that was no good, because there was no show. Humans want a show. They need it. That's what The Den is all about." Sol dragged a talon through the sand. "Wull... Well then, I remember just absolutely endless beatings- and all I had to do to stop it was fight, but, I'm an idiot, so, no. I just took it. And I'd still fight the humans. Wouldn't touch a dragon."
Sol studied Helios' expression. It had been a while since he'd been so open. He hated to be special, or tortured, other dragons had endured this too, he wasn't the only case. But it was the darkest time of his life. And the only thing keeping him sane through it all-... Was Helios.
"Somewhere in there I was sold and taken the infamous Level Four, where they conduct all these bonkers tests and things. At that time, they were just developing brain wash tech, so me and... me and this other hybrid were some of the first, like, tested, and they kept us together the whole time. I fought. I fought harder than him. But I think that's what they wanted. They wanted their technology to be competed against, and session after session I could still fight against the pull. You can't really take away someone's mind. But you can restrict access to it completely, force them to become completely oblivious to their past life. It took months. And by the end, I gave up. I lost a will to live. There was nothing to live for. Because- because I forgot you." Sol looked up slowly, meeting his father's gaze.
"They were going to kill me. I was in the truck yard when Tobias came, and then... Then he saved me." Sol fought to keep his expression even. "He saved me."






(AAAAHHHGGGGHH.)


Lord Farquaad.

 

[-Shade-]

Tobias felt his whole body suddenly shift. He sat up, blinking away exhausted tears as he tried to gather his bearings.
Oh gosh.
They were in the desert. THE DESERT. You die in the desert. People get lost in the desert. So, why, for gosh sakes were they in the desert??
"Tobe. Hey? Buddayy. Do you know where you are?"
He heard the voice, but the sudden realization of the hideous pain in his arm tore him from reality. For a moment, he fought back, hating to get lost in the fever dreams, hating to loose control. He festered in a daze, only able to hear his own, shaking breaths. He was vaguely aware of a sharp pain in his left shoulder. It dissipated quickly, but the thought of more drugs and needles just made him fight all the harder.
Ten minutes passed, maybe. His vision sharpened, the pain in his arm significantly dulled. He regained control of his mind, no longer dwelling in a fever haze. Tobias sucked in a sharp breath in satisfaction, relief tearing through him.
Something placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Tobias, we're in the Straights. A few hours out from the first Checkpoint. How you doing, man?"
It was Gables. And suddenly.. it all came back.
"How far out are we?" Tobias whispered, already sensing the hoarseness of his own voice. He swallowed, hard, wincing.
Gables' hand moved to Tobias' forehead, whistling when he pulled away. "I shouldn't have done that. I gave you some of Ferrin's serum. He said to wait till you woke up on your own. But.." his eyes scanned over Tobias, "but I got sick of you looking dead."
How lovely.
"We're three hours out. Ferrin called. He has some news regarding a few hunters they're sending after us."
How pleasant.
"Says you know one? A hybrid. The whole thing was vague and stupid, I think he had to be censored around someone- sounded like he was in the car. But.." Gables took a deep breath, "but he said to tell you 'the hybrid needs to be brought back. Just like Sol.'"
Realization slammed. Tobias sat up, gripping the arm rest. "I need to call Ferrin."
"No service. Relax, my guy. We still have a lead."
"No. No, we don't. Not with mutated hybrids." Tobias whispered, slumping back into his seat. He stared ahead, watching the slow rise and fall of the dues as they careened through the sand ridden wasteland. "Gables.. they're right behind us."

So like, are the hunters bearing down on the car right this instant?

 

[-Kiwi-]

King nodded slowly, trying to work out in his brain what to do.
“Would you like to walk with me while I take Knight to someone I know? She knows a LOT more about dragonets than I do.” He asked, picking Knight up and placing him on his shoulders. Knight reached out to Phoenix with his tiny black talons and pouted, wanting to go back to her warmth. “It seems he likes you.” He said with a laugh.

Phoenix smiled, looking up. “Sure. So- what DO you know about LunarWings?” She asked, reaching out one claw for Knight to grab.

 

[-Shade-]

Jack Sparrow

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

So like, are the hunters bearing down on the car right this instant?

Figure of speech, not exactly. Pero I don't care, that could be exciting. I was thinking they should be closer to the Checkpoint.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Figure of speech, not exactly. Pero I don't care, that could be exciting. I was thinking they should be closer to the Checkpoint.

So, we could let time pass, or just say they are half an hour out from the Checkpoint? Then stuff can happen.

 

[-Shade-]

Figure of speech, not exactly. Pero I don't care, that could be exciting. I was thinking they should be closer to the Checkpoint.

Yeah, probably.

So far all of our times are a little unsynced.
The groups at the checkpoint are around late morning the day after the breakout, I wanna bring the last transport in around noon or later since they took so long, they have to be gone long enough for there to be a concern

Whitestar, Citrus, Blackout, Alyssia, Apple, Bamboo, and Austin are still in the hallways of the maze right after the last truck left, so they are pretty far behind.

Tobe and "Clair" are early morning, so they are closer to the checkpoint group timewise, but it should take them a while to get close, maybe around the time the last transport is, which could lead to an interesting twist

I... lost track of what day Pheonix, Corvus, and King are on, lol

 

[-Shade-]

So, we could let time pass, or just say they are half an hour out from the Checkpoint? Then stuff can happen.

Yeah, maybe before, at, or after noonish?