Truth Or Death: Part 2

Drakus was SURE he saw wyverns flying around him as he entered the wyverns' woods, but all he sensed were squirrels squeaking and voles scampering. It was just a normal forest, even though it was surrounding the legendary Sand Pyre, home to Master Elder. There, he could learn his past. There, he would have more meaning.
He turned into a wyvern and slowly ascended, careful of any wyvern traps illegal poachers may have set up. After all, the woods were teeming with poachers hungry for rare animal meat. The traps were designed to catch anything flying quickly, but if he ascended far up enough they couldn't catch him.
Drakus saw sparse woodlands, and a few patches of barren land that resembled a cross between a desert and a savanna. Drakus could sense wyvern scent down on those patches. Far in the distance, the crystal Sand Pyre shimmered under the arid sun.
"I must get to that pyre! Nothing can stop me now!" Drakus said firmly.
He wasn't aware of it, but somebody was watching him.
"No, a certain duo can stop you now..." the voice purred, but it seemed to have trouble in the gravity, as the voice was kind of shaky.
Unfortunately, Drakus didn't sense nor suspect anything.

Ledra and Savior were frolicking together, trying out new techniques they could use to help each other in battle. Because of their low compatibility level, though, they only found two battle moves they could conduct together-- Altering Arrow (an arrow that does damage and alters the victim to become an ally) and the Metal Coat enhancement (where Ledra alters Savior's DNA for a short amount of time to enhance her ability to make her fur as tough as steel). Both of them found the aspect unsatisfying, but it was the best they could do.
"Can you sense anywhere where the ground is weak enough for me to find the Spirit Stones?" Ledra asked Savior, trying to ignore how the light bounced off her new ally's pelt.
Savior nodded and shook her head at the same time somehow.
"I have control over nature, and I feel it is my own soul, but what you ask of me is not my specialty. I believe you know somebody named--is it Tangerine?-- that can do what you ask of me quite well, but I can try.
Without warning, Savior shot an arrow into the dirt. The arrow seemed to dig down, then returned to Savior's paw.
She smiled a small smile.
"We're in luck," she said, "there is a secret tunnel right ahead of us ." Just then, Ledra noticed Savior had a thick French accent, or at least something or the other that was exotic-sounding, much like Tango. Had the two once met up before...?
Before Ledra could ask Savior how she knew Tango, Savior yanked her with her bushy tail into the depths of the hole.

Raika slowly defied gravity on the place where she had done a mission not too long ago, but with special equipment to make her speedy. Sandy watched her with interest, not even wincing when Raika kept on face-planting into mud puddles.
It had been several months since she had evaded Agate's forces, and now the pod had returned to Earth to be restocked and refueled. Sandy had took the opportunity to train Raika to resist the forces of gravity and the Duat ripping at it's new prey.
Of course, none of the space legion of rebels actually entered the Duat before except for Sandy and Raika, but the Duat swirled it's energies around them, trying to devour the newcomers before they could be strong enough to resist.
Dominic and Ashley were training deeper into the ruins, catapulting themselves over cracked pillars and battling the evils within the Temple Of Mira. Raika could not believe the embodiment of Mother Sky herself could possibly fall into such disrepair.
Where was the grand palace fables and books told of? Where were the many priests that hailed Mother Sky and burnt cattle and fruit for her? Where was Zios and his cult of guardians, the Alphas?
Raika shook her head, mentally slapping herself. Of course, those were history books! Jamaa was still in the midst of repelling her kin, and the old days had shattered like fragile glass. Zios was dead, and the Alphas reduced to bumbling, lying cronies. Only the Jamaasian Heroes and the Rebels could save Jamaa now.
"Hello? Raika? Are you in there?"
Raika looked up at Sandy, who was waving her claws in front of Raika's face.
"Er... sorry. I must be on a snooze cruise today, I should give you a million apologies." Raika bowed formally.
Sandy shook her head, her utility belt chinking.
"No formalities needed, I understand. It is a confusing era for us all. Still, you must do your best to concentrate. We must cover much before your first assignment. Your next lesson-- stealth and scent-tracking." Sandy advised, unsheathing her claws.
Raika unsheathed hers, wincing as she felt the brass touch her flesh. It felt weird, even after her numbing surgery when she complained about the unnatural pain.
"Raika, it is time to find out how much fury you really can unleash."
They leapt at each other, ready to initiate a practice spar.