DESOLATION, DESPERATION // Open; Wounded Return

BLOODSTONE

✯ — All the best people are crazy

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The spindly dragoness groaned, a hoarse noise, as she stepped past the border. Gnashing her teeth, Bloodstone moved slowly, in lengthy strides, toward the nearest town. Her blood boiled with each step, each splinter of pain that echoed in her body, from the cuts to her broken wing that she dragged along.

Amespring was the closest, but she had only entered the territory at midday, and the sun had already traveled to the setting sky by the time she had entered the town. Blood had caked around her cuts, long gashes on her forelimbs and neck, her wing crumpled like a sad piece of paper. Townsfolk moved to avoid her, and she sighed heavily. "Don't just stand there.. fucking help me, you stupid day-wakers. Where's Nord." She wheezed, front limbs staggering.

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✯ — female. Emerald Isles. difficult. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.

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Nord considered himself someone not easily swept into panic. Typically calm and collected, and didn't make rash decisions. Until a townsperson interrupted him in the middle of making negotiations, with Amespring officials about hunting rights for travellers, barely able to wheeze out about the vampire dragon is asking for you.

He would skin anyone who said he left mid meeting and snarling at anyone who got in his way.

Pushing his way through the wary crowd around the dragoness, Nord felt his blood boil at the sight of the crumbled female, "Who," he grit out thunderously, "did this, Bloodstone." Swinging his head to glare at the townsfolk, he roared for someone to grab any who has medical knowledge, and bandages now, "I have minimal knowledge of healing, but I can at least help clot the blood." Snatching the cautiously offered bandages as others scattered to find someone with medical know how, and with the slightest touch of tenderness, the Baron attempted to firmly press and wrap the weeping gashes, and any cuts he had bandages leftover for.

He had a look of rage and concern etched on his face as he sighed after using the meager bandages given to him, "I wish I could do more, but I worry more about completely ruining your wing instead of setting the bones."

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BLOODSTONE

✯ — All the best people are crazy

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Her jaws parted in a painful gasp as she heaved herself up to face Nord, staring at him for a second. "Just another dragon. I had to feed." she wheezed, craning her neck as he applied the bandages. she averted her eyes, instead casting them down to the dirt.

at the mention of her wing, she shrugged her good shoulder. "I'll figure out a way to set it properly." rage burned in her eyes, and she grumbled gently. She'd have to let out her frustration in her own home.

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✯ — female. Emerald Isles. difficult. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.