RoA- Memory EndThe monsters had taken their toll on the racers. Hawthorn's tattered cast had slipped off and much to his horror; he discovered his leg no longer straightened properly. To make matters worse, his entire body was covered in burns and bites from the monsters, and his right eye was already swelling and turning a nasty shade of purple.RoA- Memory End by Ramvling
Echo had fared better, but the monster attack had done little to quell her fears. Her ears twitched anticipating the next painful tremor.
"Thanks echo " Hawthorn said. Echo solemnly smiled.
"Thanks not Ymp." She replied. Hawthorn smirked.
Silence followed. The two had little to say to each other, and were grateful for the calm. Echo's ears tiled forwards, suddenly alert.
"Hear portal "
"Oh?" Hawthorn brought himself to his feet and strenuously made his way to the edge of the peak they had been resting on. Sudden movements caught his eye. A thousand angry red eyes glared up at him from the below, growing ever closer.
RoA Rd4 -4-RegressionRoA Rd4 -4- by DarkTail67
It had been nine hours since the round started, and yet the checkpoint's staff kept coming back and forth. Nonetheless, it wasn't due to the round developments: it was simply due to the transporting of supplies from that checkpoint to the next one.
And yet, despite the quiet, almost routine-like rhythm of the workers she passed by, something in Blue's mind bothered her. Chi had agreed to stay in the Race in the end, but she still didn't know where it was going. What's more, according to the live broadcasts of the Race being displayed on every monitor she came across, the former had gotten close enough to Ursion that the demoness had been dealing with her opponent in a planet that had once been easily visible in the Ursian night sky.
Surely Chi had figured out where she was by then; and likely where the whole thing was going, too. So why wasn't she freaking out? Blue was too mentally-exhausted to try figuring things out though, so she
RoA r. 4 p. 10Part 10RoA r. 4 p. 10 by dragonrider292
"She is very near to snapping."
"How can you tell?"
"She is not a hands on person. The guards could've stopped you more efficiently than acting personally, and she has rigged this round herself, somehow. She is no longer trusting those around her."
She paused, and they both listened for footsteps; the only sounds came from the sympathetic guard on duty just outside the door of the disused meeting room. She pressed on with haste regardless, disliking the risk.
"We can use it to our advantage but if anything happens her eyes will first turn to you. You are the most obvious link in the chain she's searching for. Can you withstand it?"
Lifting his proud beak, Lahzen's response was impressively regal and underscored with commitment, "I will uphold my end of the deal. She went through hell for my sake, Nah'yair. I can do the same for her."
" Nova be with you."
Echo could see.
In black and white, she painted the room with sound, heart beating like a drum in her throat. Hawtho
RoA r. 4 p. 9Part 9RoA r. 4 p. 9 by dragonrider292
It was an extremely odd feeling, like that moment at the top of a curve where gravity doesn't have a firm hold and there's no up, or down, or even side to side- just the wind if it's blowing and your own heart pounding in your ears. Only this didn't last the span of a breath. The air was stale and dusty, smelling less of life than very old, cold metal to her nose; floating there, eyes wide, Echo knew this ought to mean something significant. Knew that the panel lined hallway, with its overhead (or baseboard?) tubes and dim, malfunctioning lights set into each wall, held some special meaning despite its age. It was a guide- and her only way forwards, she noticed, with the passage behind barred by a scored, metal door.
Cautious, she went to take a step and to her utter discomfort instead floated off, twisting instinctually in the air for some manner of control while drifting serenely down the empty hall. Eventually, through patches of deep black and pockets of lurid red
RoA r. 3 p. 5Part 5RoA r. 3 p. 5 by dragonrider292
Stair by stair, cramped awkwardly with her wings tucked as close as possible but still brushing both walls, Echo hurried towards whatever lay ahead- then stopped, stymied, at another door. Hearing steps, she grappled with the knob, pawing and biting at it, but the steel gave no purchase and there was no room to ram it. No room to turn either, she realized with renewed panic, and tried craning her head around to see who it was coming up from behind, lashing her tail protectively.
"Who Who's there!?"
"Just relax, all right? I've 'got you' now."
She didn't like the sound of that, not one bit, and nearly jumped out of her scales when a hand- hand and not hoof?- grabbed hold of her tail to still it, then began walking up along her side. If there was barely room for one, though, it was a tight squeeze for two, even with Zeo suddenly shrunk. Echo eyed her with distrust, ears set back and mouth slightly open, as she ducked through her legs and came into proper view by her head
RoA r. 3 p. 4Part 4RoA r. 3 p. 4 by dragonrider292
The very first thing they noticed, upon landing in their surroundings, was the pure darkness of the location. Next was sound, or rather, the lack thereof save for the occasional drip-drip of moisture somewhere. Each breath seemed far too loud and oppressive as it echoed back- were they near a wall, or underground?
"The hell are we?" Xandra, for one, didn't have the patience for this nonsense. Pawsteps were heard as she paced forwards, feeling her way, followed by an angry hiss as she hit the wall and demanded light right-this-blasted-minute.
Fingers smarting, Zeo glared into the darkness and reluctantly complied, gathering the necessary ambient energy between her hands and urging it to shine. She raised her arm up to reveal that they were, as considered, underground, and in a tunnel specifically. To guess by the tracks running down the center, it was meant for a train of considerable size, though the lips along both walls were worn down enough to enhance such an impression.
RoA Round 3 - epilogueAs the bright blue light faded from her vision, Tyger stumbled forward blindly. The room she teleported into was pitch black, with only a sliver of light coming from the opposite side. The room was large, and seemed empty, although it was so dark there was no way to know for sure. Ty frantically looked around for any sign of life, and after a couple seconds of panic, her eyes settle on the faint, almost snakelike silhouette standing in front of the sliver of light.RoA Round 3 - epilogue by Tigersaurusrex
Ty stopped trying to move forward, realizing she was too woozy to properly walk. Now that she knew Syra was going to be okay, though, she found that she didn’t really want to go anywhere; she just wanted to sleep. The last few hours had been very tiring, and even though it was probably still early in the day, sleep sounded wonderful to her. From the corner of her eye, she noticed the necklace was glowing green again. She absently wondered when it had changed, but before she could think too much on the subject, Nah
RoA Epilogue 1RoA Epilogue 1 by Nyla-Silverlyth
Her voice sounds like laughter to him. Like a child's blissful, uninhibited joy. Even when he knows there's nothing to laugh about here, he can't help but feel reassured. He wishes she would open her eyes, tell him it's all going to be okay now, that he doesn't have to worry about anything.
She won't, though.
Her body is wired in to a dozen different machines, all chirping out steady analyses on her vital signs. They tell him that she'll live, but the bandages whisper that it won't be quite the same from now on.
He wants her reassurance, but he knows it's best to let her sleep. He won't make her suffer just so he can feel better.
He won't tell her goodbye, because he wants to believe he'll be back before she wakes.
The curtain sighs back into place behind him. She's not the only one confined to a cot. He's spent a fair amount of time on one these past few days, too. His skin no longer hisses and burns constantly, but tingles, sticky with a salve and swaddled in bandages. They'll be goo
Recipe for Disaster"Señorita! Señorita Riley!"Recipe for Disaster by Shinkoryu14
The numbat flicked her ears to show she had heard, and set the last of the plates from lunch on the drying rack. Pulling out a rag to dry her hands, she turned to the small platypus bat who had been calling to her. He was tapping a webbed foot impatiently, and the numbat smiled apologetically.
"Telefono," he said shortly, knowing that Riley wouldn't understand Spanish but that she could probably guess at the simple cognate.
"Ah, thank- erm, gracias Carlos." She answered. She pushed the seldom used button on her ipod to turn it off and took out her ear bud. Following the platypus bat to a small unused office, she was greeted by a familiar face on the holo-phone.
"Dom!" she cried happily, trotting the last few feet over to the device. Satisfied that his job was done, Carlos shut the door and ambled off.
"'Sup, Fruitcake?" the holographic face replied. He was a numbat, much like Riley in his face, but with a slightly different set of markings a
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