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Of War and Dragons [kolath & hypergondala]

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(I had no idea about a title, derp)


It'd been a few weeks since they'd seen their last hunting team and they were pretty much assumed dead - it was nothing new in the city of Helsingar, a thriving port town that was covered in the scars of war yet somehow still standing strong. It was surprising because the was wasn't just with other humans, but rather powerful and even ancient dragons, some of which that had been alive when the legends of the city and humans were made.

Elise was an important part of this war, not because she was a fighter (but she could hold her own against even a dragon with her skills in archery and a bit of swordfighting) but because she was the most accomplished medic in the hold, although lately her job had consisted of moving the dead rather than healing the injured. That morning when she got up, she remembered that she was almost out of ingredients for her potions and aids.

She tied up her thick red hair into a bun of sorts and slung her quiver and bow over her back. She didn't have much armour but she had her sword and her bracers, which was hopefully all she would need on her trip for useful plants and mushrooms. She picked up her bow and the alchemist's satchel she stored everything in, heading out for the day. It was still early and not many people were out so nobody questioned her as she walked into the wildnerness alone, her hunting bow at the ready.
 
Mochriadhemiach lay on the ground over on one side letting his injured wind just stretch out beside him letting the warm sun hit him. He knew deep inside that he was in trouble knowing that the damage done to his wing was too much to allow him to fly out of here and with not being able to fly he was stuck near the human land.

He sighed heavily as his bright blue blood stained the ground below his wing and the pure whiteness of his wing. Those damned hunters had to just get lucky and come across him while he was down finishing off a elk that he had captured. They had set on him out of the blue no warning so lost he had been in his dinner that he had barely been able to escape the first killing blows aimed for his underside. His instincts had kicked in and he had lasted out with tooth claw and tail killing all the men but not before one lucky bastard had gotten his sword into Miach's wing several times disjointing it about midway.

Now every movement he made only made the pain worse and cost him more and more of his strength. He knew that the bleeding should have stopped days ago, and the fact that it hadn't was a very bad sign, even if it wasn't that bad of a bleed still it meant that he was dying and right now there was little he could do about it on his own.
 
She heard the sounds of a deer and whipped around, quickly firing an arrow into the small doe. The arrow hit its mark and she struggled before crumpling to the ground, whining pitifully until Elise used her sword to gently put her out of her misery. That would be her dinner for today - she hog-tied the deer and dragged it along behind her until she came to her usual clearing and saw...well, the last thing she'd have expected to saw.

The gasp from her lips gave her away when she saw the large white dragon basking in the sun, or so she originally thought. She readied her sword although her hands were shaking - she was able, yes, but a group of grown men wouldn't be able to take down a dragon alone, one girl who wasn't even in armour? She didn't stand a chance. She gripped her sword tighter in her hand and wished she had a shield, trying to assess why he was laying there like that. Then she saw the blood. The dragon was definitely hurt, there was no doubt about that, but he was probably still strong enough to take her out...hell, most of the dragons could breathe fire, or ice, how would this one be any different?

She tried to back out of the clearing, praying he wouldn't notice her.
 
Notice her? He had smelled her coming ten minutes ago he didn't have to see her to know she was there. He growled softly when he backing off having expected her to come forward to finish the job that the others had started. "That’s far enough young one. Either come and finish what the others of your kind started or stand where you are; but I'm not letting you go back to your town to bring others here." His eyes snapped open cold ice blue and burning with passion. That passion quickly was replaced with a spike of pain as he moved his wing in the midst of his words and it was causing the pain to grow to even higher heights. Miach gritted his teeth as he looked at the girl in front of him waiting for her choice to be made. "Which shall it be?"
 
Else snapped around to face him, still holding the sword. "I'm not stupid enough to come close. I know for a fact you could easily take me out, why would I try and finish the job when I could leave you here, suffering, like so many of our townsfolk have? We did nothing to you dragons and you just decided to swan up and claim our land as yours, trying to banish us to the hostile and infertile deserts." she glared at him. "I'm not here to kill you and I don't plan on fetching others to do so either. I'm here to heal the wounds you created."

It was clear she was passionate about the town, and so she should be really - being a healer, when people died the blame was usually placed on her first. She had to tell families that their children had died from burn wounds or that frostbite had killed their beloved father.
 
Miach growled sharply at her words snarling at the arrogance of the humans. Their foolishness knew no bounds and would always be their downfall no matter how long they might be on this earth. "Foolish girl, you know nothing of what you speak. This land was ours thousands of years before your kind every even thought of walking upright." His head cocked to one side slightly before he couldn't stop a laugh from coming from his mouth at the thought of what she said. "That is not how I remember it little girl. We dragons knew that your people had come here in our absence and understood why. When we came to your people not having done anything but fly over the village and land outside it, you attacked us. You are all so fearful of what you don't know so why try and find out about it just attack it and be done." He growled deeply his cold blue eyes watching her intently. "So what will it be human girl?"


((OOC: I'm sorry that it took me so long to get it up, and that you even im'ed me and I said I would get it up soon which was awhile back. I understand totally if you don't want to continue but I thought I would post and leave it up to you.))
 
"You brought our houses down, you killed our people! How is that not starting an attack <i>against</i> us?!" she protested bitterly, still holding her sword up even though she had no intention of using it, no intention of hurting another living being purely to kill. The blood staining the ground around him made her want to fix it - and she could see the positive sides to it, as much as she told herself she was doing this for the village, she felt...oddly guilty. She respected warriors, and dragons were the greatest of all - they, if anything, deserved honourable deaths. Not to be killed due to blood loss.

She slowly placed the sword on the ground, ignoring his previous words apart from the final query. "Let me look at your wound." she replied simply, treading around him with cautious eyes.

((It's okay xD I haven't really been on, sorry I didn't see this till now.))
 
His eys followed her as she moved, his head turning as needed to keep her in his sight. He growled softly as she moved toward his injured wing. There was no reason he should trust her, no reason for he to offer to help him so there little chance of his trusting her at this moment. "And just why should I let you do that? It will heal in time on its own, if I let you look at it you could easily make it so that I bleed to death." He couldn't see the amount of blood that he had lost so had no idea that he was already is serious danger of that right now. His mind was also no thinking totally clear due to said blood loss and in another couple moments he would most likely pass out from the lack of blood.
 
"I'm a healer in my village. I don't generally do slaying." she snapped, ignoring his comments. "Not all humans are barbarians, and if you truly believe we are, you are no less judgemental than us and it would make you a hypocrite." she said simply as she gently placed her hand on his shoulder, feeling the heat radiating from him. Possibly a fever due to infection - it certainly felt inflamed. She gently moved her hand further towards the wound and went in her backpack, taking out a flask which contained her water supplies, using it to flush the blood from the wound so she could get a better look. With humans, she could give stitches - dragons weren't so easy, and this was a big wound. "I need you to stay still, or there's a chance I might hurt you and it won't be my fault." she stated as she started to take things out of her bag, remedies and things to cauterize the wound.
 
Miach growled but let her continue her work flinching at the touch of the cold water on his wound. It felt like she was shoving an icicle into his wound, and in the moment that he had left of consciousness he knew just how bad off he was. Shivering at the pain he gritted his teeth before dropping down to lay flat on his belly. His breath was harsh asn he took a deep breath trying to hold back the darkness that was trying to wash over him. He couldn't help but laugh a little at how clearly pissed she was at him for his statement. "Per…perhaps I am…guess we wil…will have to wa…wait to see if I live to find out huh?" with those word the darkness took him washing over him and leaving him completely immobile just like she wanted.
 
When he succumbed to sleep and injury, she glanced around herself quickly before holding her hands slightly above the wound. In her village, if she had shown this power, she would have been called a witch and she would have been burnt at the stake, or tossed out to the dragons. However, she was...relatively safe here, so she healed Miach's wound with her magic, watching as his scales spread over what was now just inflamed skin. It wasn't so much a deadly wound as it was a slightly annoying ache that would go away in a few days, now, and she smiled slightly.

The time spent seeking him out and healing him had brought her well into the night, and it would be unsafe to trek back through the forest now, so she laid her head down not far from his body and slept.
 
Miach woke late into the night feeling the slight stiffness in his wing and turned to look. There was no way that she had healed him that well in so short a time. He sniffed the air knowing the day hadn't changed by the scent of the trees and flowers on the wind. There was no way that his scales had re-grown in less than a day. However there was his wing joint, almost as good as new and this is just a few hours. He shifted moving back to his feet still feeling slightly dizzy from loss of blood. He would need to eat soon to help him recover but there was something more pressing on his mind.

He moved closer to the sleeping form of the girl and looked down at her in a mixture of shock and awe. Finally he brought up his front claw and shook her gently to bring her out of her sleep. "What are you?"
 
Elise felt herself shook awake by the dragon's huge claw, her eyes widening as she took in the sight before her. She hadn't exdeadcted him to do that and for a moment she stared up at him in silent fear, unable to find the muscles to speak. She remembered what had happened the night before and breathed a sigh of relief, choosing not to answer his question for a moment as she looked at his wing.
"...you'll let me go, right? I helped you. I really wouldn't be good to capture. I'm just a village healer, better alive than ed, too."
She hatedto be talking like this, as if she were some damsel in distress rather than being a strong woman who was her own, and had decided a long time ago that none of the 'soldiers' at her village held her interests - which was a shame now, because her strength lied in her mindand not her body.
 
Micah pulled back so as to let her sit up still looking down at her as she basically pleaded for her life. "Please human, your kind knows nothing of what we dragons call honor. You saved my life, and for that I owe you in kind and though there is no way to repay you now there is no doubt that you are free to go if you wish. However before you do I still wish an answer to my question. What are you?" he lifted his wing high enough in the air for both of them to see. "There is no way that your herbs and powders did this in one night, I am nearly ready to fly again. How is it that you possess such power to heal this? Do the other humans know? Are you all this powerful just hiding it?"
 
"...It's simpler to show you," she replied quietly, and drew a knife out of her bag, one she usually reserved for cutting flowers and thick fungi. She held her arm out so he could see the unblemished, creamy white skin, before slicing the knife across her arm to create a shallow cut. The purplish-crimson blood dripped down her arm steadily and she swallowed back a wince, putting the knife away again before holding her hand over her arm. There was silence for a moment, and then golden tendrils seemed to wrap themselves around her arm and stitch together the small wound, leaving nothing but a slight pinkish straight mark where the knife had cut.
"That'll...heal, in a few days. It'll be gone," she waved her hand slightly and looked up at him. "My grandmother explained it as having dragon blood. It's not quite the same colour as another human's, but it's really not noticeable. At some point in my life, apparently my ancestors bred with dragons."
 
Micah raised a scaly eyebrow in a bit of shock, the elders of the dragons spoke of a time long ago that the dragons had such powers. More than their fire breath and the power to fly, there were many secrets lost to the dragons of this day. He had a hard time believing that a dragon could mate with a human, and that the offspring would have such powers. Humans were far weaker than any dragon could ever be, and yet how was it possible that a dragon would lose such powers, and yet a human still has them. He growled softly in frustration as he tried to think it over, tried to reconcile what he thought he knew was true, with what he was seeing.

That was an impossible task, they didn't fit together. The two truths couldn't be, not at the same time, they were far too opposite to be possible. The heart in him strove against what his eyes had seen and yet he couldn't deny that sight. He sighed and dropped down on to his belly his eyes still watching her. "I don't know if I believe you. However, I find it to be the most likely situation for the moment. So to some degree that makes us kin."
 
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