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[OPEN] SWP :: The beginning of something new entirely

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Outcast atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 17.2 :: 2 [birdsong] HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Harcos :: Common Red Dragon :: Fire Breath Nova
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01-23-2017, 02:00 PM
Oh, to be a dragon!

"No!" The word is bellowed in an ungodly shriek, body already coiled like a spring and launched toward his mother as the creature rounded on her. The terrain underfoot betrayed him as his clawed paw was greedily swallowed by the stagnant water underfoot, muddy tendrils wrapped firm around the afflicted limb. He stumbled and it made all the difference. He's not in time to try and shove his mother out of the way to take the blow, but he's perfectly lined up for that swinging bludgeon to connect with him.

To him it happened in slow motion, crimson eyes wide as he thrashed to the side in a futile attempt to avoid those vicious talons. The noise which cracked through the air doesn't register that it's uttered from his razored maw, or the sudden wetness that definitely isn't the muddy water splashed up his scaled sides. The world turned on it's head, blurred at the edges with the sudden surge of pain and the Dragon Prince hits the ground in a crumpled heap with the momentum. A singular gilded wing is stretched skyward as the dragon coiled, desperate to find purchase and haul himself out of the water. Unsuccessful, he goes down when another stab of pain shook through his frame. His neck and chest are ribboned with flesh, threatening to encroach on his left front limb. Gruesome stripes slapped against muscle and leathery skin. Gold is drowned out by red and he uttered a disgruntled, disoriented roar.

"Healer!" Blindly called for as he settled on his haunches, hissed through gritted teeth. His blood and bones screamed at him to get up, but the adrenaline which pulsed through his body does little to dim the pain or urge him forward. He can do little more than that, he stood because his body and his pride demanded him to. His mind latched around keeping himself aware and his magic in place. "Najya, Tae." Either one, any one of them would do.


"Talk."
Tyrath

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@Tae @Najya

Tyrath has been injured by the monster, the left side of his neck and chest is pretty badly mangled by it's paw.
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RE: SWP :: The beginning of something new entirely - by Tyrath - 01-23-2017, 02:00 PM

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