RP:The Problem with Dragons

This is a Healer's Guild RP.

Summary: A days work bleeds into the night as a Guild Member (Faythiul)arrives in the company of Toth and Sabrina and in dire need of medical attention.

Sabrina is within the confines of the Tiger enclosure. She is sitting on the ground with a giant paw in her lap. The tiger seems at ease, resting its massive head alongside her hip as she tends to prying a bone fragment from its wedge in the retractable claw.

Toth shuffled his way around the zoo as he listens to the noises from all the caged animals and a feint smirk runs across his lips as he stares absently into each cage as he passes. Stopping momentarily at the cages with noise behind them before moving on to the next with his bow gently tapping the glass instead of using his fingers before he stops just shy of the glass where the tiger sat.

Sabrina could hear the tapping as a visitor approaches, one cage after another. She smirks slightly when the hiss of the giant lizard is answered with a squeegee-like slap of its rope like tongue smacking the glass. When the figure stops in front of the cage she is sharing occupancy with she is oddly pleased to see just who it is. Reactively, she waves. The disgruntled tiger pulls back his paw as the bone shard is removed and Sabrina moves to stand. “Welcome to Larket.” Smooth Sylvan words are meant for the blind viewer. She exits the cage without incident and puts herself on the viewing path. “It doesn’t strike you as odd? A blind man zoo-watching?”

Toth smiles as the words slip from her lips and find his perked ears before turning in her direction and reaching up to push the visor to rest at about his hairline. Pulling his bow back to his side he tilts his head to stare in her direction before over to the glass he had stopped at and back. "So this is Larket. That is good to know." He shrugs his shoulders as to her questions before offering his answer in the same Sylvan dialect as her. "Bout as odd as the deaf coming to a blind mans piano pickin'."

Sabrina reaches into a bucket to retrieve a soapy rag and clean her hands. She waves them about in an effort for faster drying as she is, as usual, eager to get her gloves on. “I was just headed out, glad I didn’t miss you.” Glad why though? She had nothing planned for him. “Though generally I do prefer to be a little cleaner when meeting with people.” She did smell a bit like a cat-box, nothing lingering, but elvish senses were pretty keen and he could likely pick up on the fact that she had probably been tending to the zoo population most of the day.

Toth listens to her move about before stepping just a bit closer and peering over his shoulder for just a moment before back to her as he sets the end of his bow against the ground for the time being. "Getting dirty means you've been helping, right?" He would kick the end of the bow slightly to pick it back up. "It's good hearing your voice again as well." The smell of the zoo coming from her would make no mind to him, he sort of liked work on some occasions.

Sabrina gives a shrug. “If they insist on boxing them up like this, the least I can do for them is ensure they have proper care.” And she turns to him sarcastically. “It’s a personal compulsion. Completely selfish, I assure you.” He might hear the smile in her voice, and it dons on her, he always makes her smile at one point. She is quick to wipe it from her face. “Have you found anyone else to pester?” She mock-covers her mouth. “Oh, I mean help.” And a sarcastic grin.

Toth would smile all the more once hers was found before the comments she jabs at him causes his own smile to slip and instead a grin is placed on his face. "Always someone to pester, their just not as fun as you." His jab was to counter act hers but a grain of truth was never to far off when his sarcasm slipped out. He reaches out his arm, perk vambrace covering his arm now and keeping skin from being touched should she take his arm as his face peers to hers before poking his own joke again. "Help crossing the walkway?"

Sabrina takes his arm only after tucking elbow length gloves deep under the long sleeves of her coat. One wold think she’d move past this by now. “Is that an old lady joke?” She laughs aloud, with their race is was too often difficult to guess who was really the eldest. “I suppose, since you are guilded, we should take you to the House of Ara, shouldn’t we.” The House of Ara was the second home, arguably the most used station for all guild related things. There were rooms, when not being utilized for patients, were occupied by the guilded as a place to lay their heads. Since this was not a time of war, it stood to reason that she asked him “Will you be staying with me?” a cough “Us, will you be staying with us.” Her cheeks had gone all hot. Ara was also her home, an easy slip of the tongue since she only recently opened it up to all walks of life.

Toth would walk her towards the entrance of the zoo before his head tilts to the side at the mention of Ara, he had never heard of this person but they had appeared to be head over a family of sorts so it could only be helped that he would assume they were important to the Guild. His ears catch the slip of her tongue and a smile would find it's way over his face again. "No, I would never say such a thing about you." Sarcasm gone for now as he speaks with her on the subject of the Guild now. "It would seem that we need to spend the night at least in some close proximity of each other, yeah?" He wouldn't say that it was ultimately just to spend a bit more time with her, but he could wrap it up in the Guild if push came to shove through it all. Perhaps a night away from the forest and cold of the winter city would do him so good for the time being.

Sabrina would look up at him, ready to repeat what she swore several times over, that she didn’t sleep, but he knew better. “I am grateful for your sacrifice, but I assure you I am good for several more weeks before you are asked to repeat such an event.” It was her goal to lengthen the stretches between sleep, and eventually see if she could be rid of it all together. Surely this was no mystery. She stops for a moment, still looking up at him as if that eye contact mattered. “I don’t want you to think the wrong thing of me…I-“ She looks over her shoulder. “I don’t want to talk about this here.” The elfess shoulder shrugs toward the exit in which he was already taking her.

Toth had continued to shuffle his way towards the exit as she speaks before the break in her sentence causes him to stop, hand gripping the bow a bit tighter in his free hand as his ears perk to the surrounding sounds that aren't what they are suppose to be. His head would turn slightly so that his ear would face the direction of what some may call a new arrival but he wouldn't be able to tell you just where the new aura was coming from just yet but that it was drawing closer and he stood ready should the need arise for actions of the sort. He would keep his face towards hers before his voice comes slightly lower so that it would be just above a whisper. "Yeah, here doesn't seem to be the best right now."

Faythiul falls to his knees, his broken wings could carry him so far, as he looks around, vision blurred and bleeding heavily he tried to open his eyes to see whom he has stumbled upon. His eyes bleeding slightly as if he were crying blood, his broken wings lay at his sides, and he sits, pain surging thru his broken body, but yet still showing will that would carry him on thru another battle. Faythiul's hands both soaked in blood, several holes line his left side, and his right. He cannot muster the energy to press on, he falls face first onto the floor, his life essence slowly pulsating as he tries to breathe, broken ribs hindering a successful deep breath.

Sabrina arched a thin dark brow, it would seem his intuition was better than hers and that in itself struck her as both impressive and odd. She could feel life energies, so it was perfectly acceptable that with all these energies mingling about that Faythiul did not seem overly distinct over the others. When she does turn to see Faythiul fall to his knees she breaks her grip from Toth’s arm and darts over to him. “Fayt?” She still wasn’t sure if she got the name right, but this was hardly the time for formalities. She would fall to her knees before him, gloved hands coming up to cup his face while she leant him her body to lean on, not that her support would provide much help since she was built slight, at best. Her thumbs move along the undersides of his eyes, wiping the blood to investigate the source there. Of curse her right hand would fall to the holes at his side, and she is still assessing what she can see and calculating the things she cannot. As she helps him ease to a less nose-crunching faceplant on the floor the elfess leverages her bodyweight to try and flip him on his side. “Toth.” There is no panic in her voice, but the gloves were coming off just as quickly as she had put them on.

Toth tensed for a moment as the sound of a new arrival was brought on by the elfess rushing from his side over to the dragons. His feet would stay just for a moment before his name is called and he is quickly to her side, having studied the ground as he walked in he would near place his feet in the same footsteps he had taken earlier. Once next to the dragon his bow would be placed next to him on the ground as he takes note of the tone of her words as well as the breathing that seemed to comer harder for the male. Perhaps a collapsed lung? Or was it just bruised or broken bones and ribs that caused his breath to be as it was, he wouldn't know until the fellow was on his back. Moving his hands to run over the holes on the same side as Sabrina he would squat down and grip as best he could to try and get the dragon onto his back. His quiver would have been ducked from his back as he squatted and what supplies he had would be inside it and wouldn't be reached until the first act of lying the male down was complete.

Faythiul feels someone thumb wipe across his face, his vision still hindered as well as his breathing. He follows the motion of the two at his aid, rolling to his back he tries to take a breathe. He whispers slowly, all his known wounds but was unsure if there where more he had not known about, His broken wings lay tattered and mangled under is body, but with his wings under him they press against the 3 bolts tips deep into his back. Three large holes where bolts went straight thru, two holes in his left leg from yet more bolts and tips. Faythiul cannot seem to hold back the pain, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, he tries to breathe once again and again complicated due to a few broken ribs. He points to his back where there were a few healing supplies but not enough to help the mess he had gotten into tonight.

Sabrina had tossed her gloves over there, somewhere, making no hesitation as thin pale fingers rise along the underside of shredded garments to press into the torn flesh. She was almost merciless as those thin digits creep inside the inflamed tissues and quite frankly to his insides. A collapsed lung indeed and by far the most important of his injuries since a man who can’t breathe is usually a dead one. She glances up at Toth. ”A reed?” Her bag was still in that Tiger’s cage having figured the days work was all but done. She’d wait for the blind elven male to hand her what she requested in any form he had available from his own stocks and she would proceed to weave it deep into the tissues of the Dragon that lay before them. Her fear was that if he were to lose consciousness he might suddenly shift into his more natural state and that wouldn’t end well for anyone present. The instrument would find it’s home, allowing the blood that was filling his lungs a method of escape while she took to healing the area around it. So much repair in a relatively short succession was forcing her to throw precaution to the wind. The usual brilliant mint hue of her good eye swims in a sea of black, taking up the full sclera and making the clouded one appear unpleasantly dead as the haze of a dense and slightly fog overtakes it. It was times like these she avoided eye contact as, in the past, it had caused some to view and label her a plethora of colorful things. Her efforts were not in vain either as the spine chilling crack of several ribs pop angrily back into place. Healing bones was not without its own kind of pain, just one more to add to the stack for the ailing comrade.

Toth found the only hollow arrow he had tucked in his quiver before breaking the ends off and making it shorter for the elfess to use as she needed. His fingers would reach in and find the bottom of the quiver before pulling a pouch out that could only be described as hand woven from the skin of a small animal, which animal was beside the point just now. Once he had the pouch open he would reach in and feel for a moment each herb that he had before pulling a particular one that he used as a sedative on his own adventures before moving slowly up to the males head and feeling around and pushing the herb into his mouth, indeed it was no time for pleasantries or taking much cation just now in the manner he was helped. Once the herb was in his mouth the elf would run his fingers down the dragon until he found the leg that was being described, the elfess seemed to be taking the ribs into her own account, his fingers would find the tips of the bolts before an incantation starts to flow from his own lips and the area around the bolt would start to glow the same color as the dragons skin. "Sorry." The word was offered because even with the sedative he had received wouldn't come close to easy all the pain that would be applied to the male with the dose that the elf had given the dragon, his slender fingers digging into the flesh of the dragon as the warm blood spilled out and he starts to yank the first bolt from it's resting place in his leg.

Faythiul lays there, blood soaked white and black tattered robes, His life essence pulse with the engraved runes along the lining of the clothing. His eyes roll back and his bites down hard on his lower jaw, teeth grinding together as the elfess cracked the ribs either back in place or breaking them entirely off into his chest, at this point the pain was pain. His eyes widen greatly as the breaking of the ribs continue, his pain would seem to only get worse before the healing can commence. feeling the elfess slender fingers pass across his body he can only try and stay calm, his dragon side still being held back. He tries to calm himself before he changes back into a much larger creature before his aiding allies, all knowing if that change did occur this situation would get very bad very quickly. He opens his mouth to release a muttered yelp, but is forced back with the herbs that were shoved into his mouth, for pain, for infection, at this point anything that was given he would comply with. HE tenses up as he feels the hands of another aiding him, feeling fingers mover across, around and thru the large opening in his body one could only think is how worse it could have been. His runes dimly fade as does the rest of his body, feeling dangerously weak he tries to shake his head and speak." ..........." But nothing is said, Faythiul passes out for a brief moment but feels even more pain than before. He feels a bolt tip forcefully rip thru his scales and with a wincing cry he holds it back.

Sabrina worked quickly, and as flesh healed outward from her touch Faythiul may recognize the feeling of foreign bodies being forced through the holes at his back. This likely did not help much for the condition of his wings but she could not very well lift any portion of him to make the removal more comfortable. Now, with two healers working on separate portions of his mangled form, Fayt’s brain would have a difficult time decoding which pains meant what. Given the sedative Toth had administered she felt it important to maintain a dialoged to keep him mentally present. “Are you still with us?” She had leaned into him, keeping her fingers as well as the pressure steadily in place. “Who did this to you?” She did her best to keep her anger to a low boil, any emotion he may have gleaned from her would easily be multiplied and taken as his own. What they didn’t need was an angry Dragon thrashing about. She was already feeling the expense; healing a Dragon took a lot more than healing a much less mystical being, especially one strong enough to hold a humanoid form for this long and under such duress. She was thankful though, this form kept his injuries compact and in the grand scheme accessibility was far more useful than people realized. The ribs had been puzzled back in place, the fibers of softer tissues anchoring them in a homed position when she realizes he is about to surrender to the ordeal. His eyes snap open to the new pain in his lower extremities and she finally feels it is safe enough to let go his ribs and pay more attention to his state of mind. “Don’t you dare!” He was painfully weak, and who knows how long he had been like this before he finally found the help he sorely needed. The opening of his robes is flung outward and away from her as she tended to avoid such runes and magical entities like a plague. She brings her for atop his and gives him hard slap across the face. “Look at me.” And from her hands he would recognize a burning sensation, the Ardent had begun forcing a pure form of energy into him. It was not what she would classify an ‘effective’ healing technique, since it did not target specific areas, rather, flowed through him and allowed his own body to prioritize its needs. She speaks very calmly, her breath gracing his features. “You lose it and you kill us all.” But it was evident that she was not going to abandon him here for fear of her own safety. All at once he would know a sensation of warmth, the kind of adoptable acceptance that she considered him one of her own. The feelings he would gain from her were not just physical in nature; he would feel her concern, as well as her commitment to see this through. The words she gave him would linger on, elfspeech to which Toth would understand but not he. Understanding was not a prerequisite to the effectiveness. While the echo of her words would linger in the ears of the Dragon she turns to Toth. “I didn’t prepare for this.” But would he know what she meant entirely?

Toth went back to speaking the incantation as the skin around the second bolt in his leg started to glow as the first had with the same color of the dragons skin before a another hard yank is given and the blot is loosed from his leg. The elf's eyes would be the same color as the dragons skin as the words continue to flow from his lips and the blood that was seeping out of both leg wounds would slow before eventually stopping and allowing the blood in his own body to replenish with itself before he rises a bit to move himself to the other side of the dragon and his fingers find the holes that had yet to be touched and he went to work in the same manner as before to rip the bolts out of the dragons body. Both hands pressing against the holes left in his side and the holes start to close entirely so that his own blood cells and system could do their working in healing the best it could do in its current condition. The words of the elfess would find him before the last one was caught and he could only assume he was speaking about what she did when she spoke of sleep. He would dart over to his quiver and pull an arrow out, he would stand and speak to the elfess in the same dialect she had used. "Step back." Once clear the elf would allow a long incantation flow and his eyes would turn a blue to rival the depths of the ocean and the arrow would take the same hue as his eyes before the arrow is sunk down into the dragons chest, the spell if nothing else would cause the dragon to near pass out in a deep sleep like state and the pain would subside for a moment as he he a step back a drew a long breath that would help to steady his own hearts rhythm.

08:19:21Faythiul felt the wholes begin to close, the sedative slowly coursing thru his body but not fast enough, he has been in worse pain than this, so he knew how to hold his transformation. Faythiul felt the the slaps, hears the words spoken and yes understood elvish, but he kept that to himself, Being a Dragon and a druid he learned many things in his travels on top of that he was beginning to feel the auras and essences around him once again. He still felt the unamendable pain throughout his body the pressure on his body and against his body." He tried to speak once again but completely ignored the question of " Who did this." That would drive him to heal and give him more of a reason to become battle ready again. He answers." I am still with us." with that said he feels the pain in his back more severe because his broken wings are now pressing against his body. He looks up once again and notices a familiar face, and then looks toward the other and cannot seem to recognize his features. He whispers softly before coughing." I can hold this form till my last breath." What had become an issues was his draconian scales began to harden, if they were not able to get all the bolts out in time, he would have to sit and endure even more pain getting to them after he has healed. He noticed small features of the other being, his eyes and the way he moved around both agile quick, and focused. His eyes roll back once more as he feels pressure once again on his chest. pain was all that he could feel, relief was far from reality.

Sabrina doesn’t move despite Toth’s order. She couldn’t know what he was about to do, jus that her place astride Fayt ensured that he would not fall asleep. “I can’t. He needs to be awake for this.” She glances up as he takes his aim. “You’re gonna shoot him?!” Her eyes grow wide, not understanding at all the point and purpose of that arrow. She hunkers down on Fayt’s body further, as if her feeble form would protect him from Toth’s (probable) acute aim. She heard of putting a dog out of its misery, but she didn’t consider the Dragon to be that far gone just yet, besides, he was getting better already! “Are you out of your frakking mind?!?” She doesn’t turn away though, fully expecting the mad-Toth was going to shoot some projectile in that general direction. As the final bolts are forced from Faythiul’s body, narrowly missing the opportune window Sabrina completely misses the Dragon’ response and lack thereof.

Toth wouldn't know a lot about the dragon race but he knew just enough that bolts needed to be removed before his scales had hardened and putting him in a near comatose state would slow that process so that everything could be done as it needed to be. The time for an explination would come but not yet, tempers needed cooling and more healing needed to be done so that would have to wait. He tosses the arrow aside and its color would be back to normal along with the color of of his eyes gone back to being blank and seeming lifeless for the time. His smile would return as the last bolts fall to the ground he takes a long drawn breath and move back to the pouch he had removed from the quiver a while and feels around inside it for another herb that he would need to ground up and turn to paste. He would do so with a tiny bowl he likewise kept in the pouch. "No, he's not in any danger from my hands. Not while we're taking care of him." He would finish with a smile and would move next to the dragon and attempt to take him by the side and turn him so that his back would face up and his wings would be easily accessible.

Faythiul looks up at the woman and takes not to her protective nature, with a sigh of relief he closes his once once more, able to take a deep breath he exhales and feels so much relief, still painful, but more ease. He feels the urge to become protective but the feeling passes as the archer lowers his arrow. He places his hands at his side, both still bleeding from a defensive stance. He looks at the man and then toward the familiar one and tries to roll to his side, feeling his wings get smashes as he tries to roll to one side, his body aches and his pains pulsate, his mind clouds as the pain gets the better of him for the moment. HE closes his eyes once and and fights thru the pain, he places a hand on the floor and steadies his back, his wings are broken atthe join so he will need the aid of both of them to pull the wings back or outward, he is unable to stretch them himself.

Sabrina was relieved that Toth did not intend to harm the male, at the same time she had lost track of the amount of energy she released into him, and it probably didn’t help with the scaley bits hardening all along his form. When the blind Elf made the effort to turn Fayt to his side she practically slid off his form, drawing her hands away from his body to prevent a slow-motion fall. Play it off all she could there was no denying the drunk-like sway when her knee find the ground far sooner than anticipated. She closes her eyes, inhaling deeply to gather her center before returning to the patient to inspect the broken wings. There is one place where her bare yet bloodied fingers grace the ground beneath them all and an imprint is left in her wake. From a Druidic perspective, all things had some value of life from the high winds to the sandy bottom, so even though it did not breathe the muddied dirt long the zoo path gained a mar in its rich color; where she had touched it, it had dulled. Involuntary reaping was something others usually pointed out to her, she was far too focused on Faythiul to notice anyway. She makes her way to stand behind him, unfolding the wing gently to give it a full stretch, meanwhile attempting to stay any flow from her- for or against his aid. The distinct sensation of nothing would have been a creepy relief from the pain that flooded him. As the wing is outstretched she looks to Toth, dark bags under her eyes that made it seem like she hadn’t slept in the better part of a decade. She opens her mouth to ask “…. Something.” But what it even meant was lost to her. A soft grunt escapes her, eyes blinking slowly but her brows knit together in frustration. The wing is carefully outstretched, then folded at the correct bends. In order to heal this bit, Faythiul would have to rely on his Draconic ability and good old time. She had hoped Toth would wrap the wing securely to keep it from shifting in the healing process. She points to the Tiger cage. “In my bag.”

09:08:31Toth left the paste on the ground next to the quiver before he scurried off to find her bag, his movements were a bit slower then normal and his feet would land a bit hard as if he were taking steps after weights had been removed from his feet. Once he had found the bag he would be back over to the pair and placing it at her feet before rummaging through it and finding the wrap that she had called for and starts to unroll it and wrap around the wings before handing it off to the elfess and returning to the bowl he had placed down and dips his fingers in it and starts to spread it over the bandages that were wrapped around the wings. His lips would move again as yet another spell slipped from his mouth and the paste would start to harden around the bandages and it would be as if the dragons scales were starting to cover his wings until the time they would be ready to use again in which case he would be able to easily break them off with his draconian wings before they would take to a flight. His words would slow the more the wings were wrapped until every bit of the wings were covered with the amount of wrap that was present.

Faythiul feels the pressure around his wings, feels the pressure around his legs, and his arms, He feels the pressure around his chest and through his back, he can feel it all. Pain once again surges throughout his body, making sure to hold his composure so he doesn't re open any wounds. His hands still bleeding, but its little compared to how well the other two bandaged him up. He looks up at the once goddess he saw in the moonlight and then toward the stranger who has been aiding Sabrina. "Thank you." is uttered as he closes his eyes once again. He takes in a deep breathe, cringes and exhales thru his nose, his scales begin to thicken and harden around his entire body as if plate was worn over his skin for added protection. He lays his head back, feeling a little more relief as he tries to speak again." I dont think I can say whom has done this to me, but I can assure you both, I will make sure her feels a vengeful wrath, upon next time we meet." as he coughs he clutches his chest, as if he broke another bone, but knows its just pressure against the slow mending ribs.

Sabrina picked up where Toth had left off, happy that he didn’t require instruction on wrapping wings as this method was slightly different than wrapping arms or legs. After her portion was complete she sat back on the ground and waited patiently for Toth to add his thoughtful approach. She liked the idea but couldn’t wholly appreciate the practice right now. “We need to move you to Ara for recovery.” There were a few ideas on how to get him there, being dragged by the Tiger seemed the least taxing by far. By the time Toth could fashion a device to support Fayt’s weight Sabrina wasn’t good for much more than leading the way. She would carry their things, at least, as much as she could and begin the long trek towards the riverbank, too tired to argue about the who’s and the vengeance otherwise she normally would. The walk would be long, taking well into dawn, and silent as the grave. Answers would have to be found out when they all had their wits about them.

Toth would give a whistle that would generally be used to call his wolf out but for the time the wolf was at the living quarters the elf was taking at the moment before the meeting here tonight, instead the tiger would come forth and the elf would squat once more and lift the dragon onto the back of the tiger with a bit of effort. The healing had taken a toll on the elf and it was drawing to a time he would need rest and sustenance in that order. After the dragon was secure enough on the tiger the elf would hear the things being collected and he moved back to the dragon and helped to keep him as steady as he could during their long journey. Usually the elf would find something to talk about if not simply what happened, but in the current state the only thing he wanted to find was a resting place for the trio. It maybe one of the only times he has no words to say during a journey and not much after it.

Faythiul lays upon the tiger, drained. His mind running wild with hesitation, curiosity, and of course the feeling of failure.Those all dance in his mind as he tries not to move or fall off his ride to recovery.