To correct Strop (since Ezale is somewhere in the darkness in the top of the Tower while Hallow is down with the prisoners):
The sand wyrm was too fast, too strong... It may be very brute force, but Hallow couldn't evade forever... He needed to do something, to not just flap feverishly out of the way of the crushing, grinding force of the wyrm.
It roared at him, incomprehensible things in a dialect of dragons so basic he could not decipher it. He darted away from it, flapping his wings to gain momentum, and rushed up the wall of a tall building as the wyrm crashed into the bricks below him. His claws had no effect on the tough hide, he had tried, but... It was too ancient, too solid. Something wasn't right about it, it seemed too old...
He blazed at it, purple flames shooting forth, hitting the great beast straight in the chest as it pounced at him - whether they did any damage to the wyrm he would possibly never know, for it crushed him against the pavement where the castle had been. (1)
...Darkness...
The light of his conscious self flared awake as if someone had lit a match in a deep cavern's darkness. He wasn't sure he was really awake, he wasn't even sure he was him. A tiny movement, and he was reassured of the existence of his body. It hurt, but was healing fast. He opened his eyes, the white orbs glaring out into a dark prison cell.
He looked grimly around in the dimly lit place, soon spotting other cells with angry or depressed looking creatures sitting there, most of them sulking.
"What is this place..." He muttered, slightly annoyed at the illusory worlds attempt to kill him. He had believed it, and it troubled him quite a bit.
"Well, a prison??"
Hallow blinked at the little rabbit like creature who had dared speaking. It sat back down.
He looked at the bars of his cell as he stood up, then banged his head against them, the hardened chitin of his horns almost making sparks fly from the metal. (2)
Obviously no effect, and as one of the other prisoners unnecessarily pointed out, they had already tried similar things.
(3) "Very well..." He lowered his head a bit, blinking, swallowing nothing. A deep inhale, another jet of flames, though much more controlled than the one he had used against the sand wyrm. The bars melted. (4)
He squeezed himself out of his cell as soon as it was possible, breathing heavier than before.
The creatures who had once been potential opponents cheered, most of them happy to see a way out, more silently appreciating that they would not spend the rest of their lives as property of the Lady - or so was Hallow's thoughts on the matter; he did not know if they'd even heard of Her...
"Stand back. Unless you want to be grilled~"
Two more elongated breaths of the Flame and all had hurried past the freshly melted bars of their captivity (5), Hallow breathing heavily now, feeling somewhat weakened. Despite this, he straightened himself, glaring around at the relieved crowd and the dark place they were still in.
"Follow me;" he ordered quietly, yet loud enough for everyone to hear. He turned towards an exit.
"Uhm, why shou..."
"Do you doubt my ability to lead?" (6) His cold white eyes glared at the vixen. He did not mean to be cruel, but his appearance sure seemed to be. She shook her head.
He turned towards the exit again, measuring it. Then he sighed, sounding exhausted for a few seconds, as his body remolded itself into a smaller frame, a humanoid one... He folded his wings carefully, ignoring the disbelief of some of the stares the small crowd gave him.
"Follow."
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Footnotes:
(1): This is where he is knocked unconscious and "Black threads caught his legs, pulling him with them like they had did when he was first taken here." happens. The next line in Cenere's writing I have ignored, because... Well yeah. Cen is allowed to be pissed at me for every thing I do in this thread from now on, because I abandoned. But I'm trying to make it make sense, while keeping to what Cen wrote for me...
(2): I'm pretty sure chitin can't actually make sparks fly, which is why it is almost. After all, it's the dragon variety.
(3): Cen wrote: "You cannot hold a dragon captured." Halo replied, blinking his white eyes.
Hallow is self confident, very self confident even, but he does not resort to blatant expressions of this, because he thinks it makes him look like a jerk. That, and he have been hold imprisoned before, and his father had to come get him out. >_> Not complaining at the GM writing, because Cen had to do something when I failed, I just correct it now that I can...
(4): Cen wrote: He stopped for a second to admire his work, but that only coursed the bars to regenerate.
If he's gonna be able to get everyone out, he can't waste his flames. And he know that. If it had only been himself, he would quite possibly have taken a look at the melted bars, but not when every flame is needed.
(5): I'm guessing that's bad grammar, but I like it. So :P
(6): Cen wrote: "Do you doubt me?"
I added a bit, to be more specific. Because he would be more specific.
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Cen, I am deeply sorry about this total fail of delivery/lateness. But at least there's a bit of writing now.
Also, holy crab, I just typed all of this into the comment box because of a random urge to write.
