Festering Wounds

[Guest]

Ever since Eoh's death, the territory that had been relegated as his had been minimally kept by the dragonkeeper. Today Kentigern MacFusty had decided to make an early start for some spring cleaning while the season was moderately rainy and not likely to maintain a fire. He'd been setting fire to some smaller piles h''d made throughout the early morning when a searing pain crossed back and he was suddenly tossed dangerously close to one of his burning piles. It was like four bludgers had decided to have a go at him. Thankfully, his quick reflexes aided him in rolling away from the searing heat, feeling some of the flames lick his shoulder and arm before he could get away.

The first problem was that somewhere in this mess, his wand had been tossed. Upon seeing a very perturbed dragon's face, Tiger quickly amended the wand issue to be his second problem. THAT, he cautiously and with no little fear eyed, is my first problem. As if without regard to his burning back, his adrenaline kicked up into high gear as the dragon snorted smoke in his direction, clearly intent on a second taste if he could manage it. Tiger would've cursed himself for not recognizing the tell-tale signs that a new dragon had decided to make this area his hovel, but it was certainly too late to look in hindsight. Furthermore, the mess provided was enough that he wasn't entirely certain that his bowels had released in on himself, they were watery to say the least.

"You don't want to do this, dragon," he spoke firmly, not making eye contact as he scanned the ground for his wand while behind the relative safety of a large tree.

As if it heard him, it snorted, perhaps even in derision. Tiger would be attacked by a dragon with a sense of humor.

THERE!

He wasn't going to leave his wand behind if he could help it, sparing a quick glance to the dragon who was watching him warily; Tiger calculated the odds and decided that it would have to do. Diving out, he sprung and used his muscular thighs to launch him in front of the nearest fire pile and tucked, grabbing his thankfully not burned wand, and rolled away from the pile lest he burn himself again.

The dragon, having followed stuck out its clawed paw and pinned Tiger's leg down. Tiger yelled out in fury and pain as the dragon's weight snapped his thigh like a twig. If he'd had time to consider it, Tiger would have admired the strength in the young, male rogue. As it were, Tiger could only just keep ahead of the pain which was enough to send his vision tunneling. He thought to apparate and nearly did until the nasty realization came that if he did, he'd be bringing the dragon to his home. Wand clutched and miraculously not broken, he stabbed his leg, quickly numbing the pain.

The dragon stepped off of the leg, positioning himself better to strike out and kill his prey. Tiger threw up a hasty shield. Just in time, too. Snapping around with his head, the dragon met the shield, sparks flying as his magically-imbued skin blew through the shield, tearing through it, but giving enough resistance to spare Tiger blunt trauma.

Gasping for air, and terrified out of his mind, Tiger's training held and he apparated to safety. The dragon let out a piercing roar as it looked about for its prey.

***

POP! The sound would be heard throughout Kentigern's home along with the pained groan followed by eerie silence. What would meet the eyes of the first to find him is his body, lying on the carpet. Tiger's right leg was irrefutably broken, it at an angle at odds with the natural lay of his body. His body, in question, was on his back - hiding the four, deep claw marks that pierced his dragon hide vest that was meant to protect him from such harm. His bare shoulder and most of his right arm had burns along the side of it. If one were used to seeing the criss-cross marks of his already healed scars, then they'd know that he likely had a run-in with a dragon. If not, it looked like he'd seen the wrong side of hell.

[OOC: Don't feel obliged to post same length as this first post, I got a bit excited with the dragon/Tiger action. Lol. Whoever posts first gets to set the tone for the thread whether Birdie or Miss Mary will be resentful of the other for healing. Unless you two want to work together. ;D I'll sit out for a round; Tiger will be unconscious.]

  

[Birgit MacFusty]

With her baby's birth approaching, Birdie tried not to exhaust herself too much. She spent the biggest part of the day in her bedroom, reading or playing her piano, if she was in the mood to do so. She spent less time with her children, expect of Ilysa who still had music lessons with her mother. Ilysa was definitely the child Birdie felt the closest to. She didn't play favourites with her children, of course, but due to their similar interests, Birdie and Ilysa tended to spend more time together.

Ilysa and her brothers had their lessons now, though, so Birgit decided to have a walk around her home, as she didn't feel like reading. She wasn't a particularly bookish person, really. Books were nice and all, but Birgit preferred to do things with her hands, rather than read, locked in her bedroom all day. If she wasn't pregnant, she would have taken her animal form and flown around the garden, but right now, she couldn't do that.

Pointless walking around was the only thing she could do to entertain herself.

She was the first one to see Tiger's body. If it was another woman, she would have probably screamed and fainted, but Birigt was used to such scars. Sure, she was worried about her husband, as his wounds were definitely fresh and he seemed unconscious, but Birgit knew that he was strong. That was nothing for him.

Still, she quickly approached him and took out her wand. "Tiger?" Birdie said softly, as she looked at him. Her condition prevented her from being much of help. Birdie couldn't kneel next to his body and she couldn't run for help. She quickly conjured a soft, high matress, and carefully levitated her husband's body to it. At least he wasn't laying on the ground now.

His wounds were definitely created by a dragon. Hopefully, he wasn't infected or poisoned. Birdie quickly conjured some wet pieces of cloth and bewitched them so they could clean her husband's body. "Tiger..." Birdie repeated and softly bit her lip. He would open his eyes soon. She was sure of it.