a forest of hope - joiners

[fulzanin]

RED

They were still getting used to having wings. It was hard. They'd asked one of their companions about how, exactly, they were supposed to operate them. The other had shrugged, narrowing their light blue eyes with a simplistic 'figure it out. Red considered themself to be quite the leader type. First plucked from the earth, the strongest by far! Sure, with their current form they were slightly more feeble, but such did little to harm Red's fighting spirit. Currently, Red was perched upon the back of one of his group mates, Blue. The forms they'd all taken were still hard to work with. They'd climbed a mountain not long ago, and such had worn on them. A swamp was better for most of them, and that led them to the present.

BLUE

On Blue's back were Red and Yellow. Both were small, but they didn't mind being used as a method of transport. It reminded them of how they'd fling others to shore when they were drowning in water, water that only they could enter without being harmed. It had been prideful work back then. Blue doubted such held true now. The two on their back were not heavy, but Blue certainly was not the fastest of the group. Such belonged to Wing, who they saw flipping around in the sky up ahead, narrowing weaving between the crooked branches of swamp trees. The alligator continued to drag themself along, trailing after the faster members of the group.

YELLOW

"We've been walking for hours now and we have yet to see anyone!" They shrilled, scrabbling from where they had been settled on Blue's scaly back. "I bet that there's nobody out here. We're lost. Again! How many times are we gonna get lost? Seven? Two thousand eight hundred and fifteen?" The jerboa hops on their feet a few times, almost tumbling off of the alligator that they were perched upon. They settle before they can fall, thankfully. Long ears twitch in irritation, nose wriggling and taking in the new smells of this world.

WHITE

"That's an oddly specific number," came the seething voice of White. Unlike Red and Yellow, who had the luxury of riding on Blue, they had to slither alongside the alligator. They weren't slow, by any means, but envious nonetheless of how the two were riding in style. "You're gonna blow us all up, aren't you? I bet you are! Wouldn't be the first time," they hiss, moving around one particular twig that they did not want to try to slither over.

PURPLE

In comparison to the rest of the group, Purple was by far the biggest. The hefty bison lumbered alongside Blue, gaze flicking between their airborne member and the reptilians beside them. "White, you know Yellow likes to flaunt how good they can count. They haven't even had an explosive in, like, a week. We're fine," they insist. Their tail flicks, momentarily lifting up their head. "But I do agree, I think we are pretty lost. Again."

WING

Ceasing in their rapid flight back and forth, Wing finds themself perching on a more flimsy branch of a nearby tree. Their insect looking wings curl to their sides, a mutation that struck the falcon as being even more odd - if their vibrant pink feathers didn't give them away. "If you all would shut up for half a second, we might be able to hear if anyone was around here. But we can't because you all are 'blah blah fight fight'," they wave a wing in a lazy fashion, falling off the branch in a backwards motion to resume flying ahead of the group.

ROCK

Behind them trailed Rock, the slowest of the group. Short legs didn't allow them to be fast, even in the past. They were slow, they were bulky. They didn't mind being slow, it meant they had all the more time to take in the sights. They slowly crawled along on their four feet, looking at the mighty trees above. It wasn't exactly the coziest location for them to stay, but Rock would rather this place than one that led them to be in danger. They followed after the noisy group by a couple paces, ears raised and listening to the sounds of nature around them.