Dare, with a gasp at the sheer brutality, quickly set into action. He tied the rope thrice around a large rock, making sure he had enough of it left to get him down and back up. With the rest of the rope fixed around his waist, and a deep breath like an Olympic swimmer about to dive, he sprang into the hole.
He plummeted down, his paws spread and his body cringing for the impact. Wind rushed by him, filling is ears and making it hard for him to plan. A few seconds dragged by for what seemed like an eternity before his paws struck the surface of the sand with a strong force. The sudden collision made the sand hard enough that Dare could've walked on it for a split second until it began sucking him down into the depths. He began digging frantically, trying to make him sink faster. Soon, his whole body was submerged in the thick goo as he half swam and half dragged himself towards where he thought the caravan was nestled. His lung began to whimper for air as they started to ache, and his head whirled. His paw nudged something solid and rough. 'It must be the caravan!'
Using only his touch, he felt around until he felt a hole and looped the rope around it and tied it the best he could. Then, using the caravan to push off, he began his slow climb back up.
His lungs were now screaming, howling, pleading for air, for Dare to open his lips and breathe . His head felt like a two-ton rock, and his legs were numb. He so desperately wanted to just take a breath, but if he did, he would drown in a matter of minutes as the sand invaded his body. Then, his nose broke the surface, caked in sand so that it looked just like a bubble. More of him immerged, until from his chest up was out. He gasped like a fish placed back in the tank after spending much too long outside. His entire body was covered in thick mud, making him seem more like a monster. He dug his self to the ledge and crawled onto it, his legs collapsing underneath him. But, he couldn't rest, not with those helpless souls being trapped below.
He did his best to sake the mud from his wings, and leaped towards the exit, his wings flapping next to uselessly. By some bless from the gods, he was able to reach it, if only barely. His paws scrambled against the sand to hoist himself up. Sprinting towards the rock where the rope was tied, he took it in his jaw, and began to pull.
His legs strained and fought against their selves not to fail as his claws scratched along the ground, gripping along the rocks. His lungs burned like fires inside his chest and eyes were being sliced from the sand in them. Tugging the rope for a near ten feet, he gave a whimper, and finally fell onto his side. His side moved rapidly as he struggled to breathe. His limbs were as useless as limp spaghetti and his eyes watered as they watched the other contestants. He wondered if he helped any. Giving a sigh, Dare struggled to his feet and weakly tugged at the rope, determined to steal the glory of saving everyone—or at least the caravan.
[5/5 Level Up!]