Harmonylight
Songster
- Jun 24, 2021
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OMG STOPSol examined his wing, loud foot steps approaching.
Tobias slid into the room, tossing his hat to the ground and wordlessly scanning over Sol's wing and flank. After a minute, Tobias stumbled back against the wall, wiping his wrist across his sweating brow, leaning against the wall.
Sol leaned over and offered the man his hat.
Tobias took it, letting his arms drop to his sides. "Oh my gosh, oh my GOSH." Tobias shouted, breathing heavily. He shook his head, pushing himself off the wall. "Gosh, I hate this Sol, I hate this."
Sol swallowed, looking away. "Hey, Tobe, I'm fine, man."
"STUPID close, Sol, stupid close."
"I'm okay, August." Sol whispered, and Tobias' head jerked up at the sound of his name.
He sighed, running a shaking hand down Sol's neck.
Sol pulled his him closer with his head. "Thank you." He spoke quietly.
Tobias nodded, pulling away. "Keep your wings back as much as possible, they stab through that membrane and everything tears. How's your shoulder?"
Roe watched from her place in the stands, wondering if Tobias would return. It was refreshing to see another person caring so deeply for their dragons.
Wren made another half hearted lunge towards the popcorn, and Roe gently pulled her back, stroking the dragonet as the announcers voice echoed through the arena.
"For our last and final round, this years SandWing Rally last two competitors, we have Tobias' Sol," the crowd erupted, "and Double J's Sledge."
Wren shrunk back, the loud shouts overwhelming, her scales flashing bright green. Roe pulled her close, whispering softly.
A few moments passed, and a loud chant began. Wren stood up suddenly, balancing on her hind legs unsteadily. She fell back against Roe, who winced, gently lifting the dragonet and leaning forward. Wren tried to scramble back into the bag as the crowds chanting grew louder, but Roe held right, shushing the dragonet as the noise died down.
It happened surprisingly fast- all the sudden Sol was on the screen rolling through the sand, an enormous SandWing clinging to him as they tumbled.
A moment later Sol was up, blood dripping from his back left leg.
A lot of blood.
Roe pulled Wren close as Sol turned back, blasting fire at the wound to quickly cauterize the injury. Roe worried it wouldn't be enough, but the SandWing, who had been vibing with the crowd, had suddenly turned back, lifting into the sky, his back talons outstretched. Sol took a few quick steps back, obviously favoring his leg, then dropped.
The SandWing's back talon caught Sol's left wing, yanking the SolarWing up and into the air.
Roe bit her lip as Sol hung limply, the SandWing throwing him to the ground and landing nearby.
Sol leapt to his feet, then wheeled around, small whisps of steam issuing from his scales.
The SandWing raised his tail, charging Sol.
Roe jerked his gaze up to the screen, the dragons colliding once again, a mix of gold and red scales.
The crowd cheered nervously as the dragons tumbled through the sand, no one able to make sense of the quick movements. It went on for another minute- and Roe gasped, so tense she had forgotten to breath.
Wren backed quickly into Roe again, and this time Roe actually gagged, the pain in her stomach from that afternoon still sending a dull ache through her entire body.
She repositioned Wren in her arms, quicky lifting her gaze to the screen.
Both dragons now lay limply in the sand, the crowd silent. The camera angles grabbed a few different shots, Sol's leg staining the sand crimson, his neck and side also dripping blood. The SandWing's face was charred, and he lay unmoving in the sand, his entire body smoldering. The SandWing was dead. But Sol didn't appear to be any better off.
Roe moaned softly, taking a deep breath and swallowing hard. The announcer was saying something- but Roe was in a daze, Wren seemed to feed off of her emotions, her scales shifting to a pale blue grey.
Suddenly the arena door slid open and a man sprinted out, heading straight for the limp SolarWing.
Roe stood, letting Wren clumsily scramble up her shoulder.
Tobias fell to the ground beside Sol, shaking his head slowly.
Sol heaved a strangled breath, his open eyes blinking repeatedly.
"Sol?" Tobias whispered, clearing his throat, "Sol." He reached out, immediately pulling his fingers back, Sol's scales still searing hot.
The red dragon shuddered, shaking at Tobias' quick touch. He lifted his head, and the crowd erupted.
"Sol. Sol, stand up." Tobias ordered shakily.
Sol moaned, turning onto his side.
"Sol, get up." Tobias repeated the order.
Sol obeyed, getting his back feet under him, his left wing completely wrenched out of socket.
Tobias reached out again, snapping his hand back quickly. He shoved his fingers into his mouth, burning his tounge, then wiped them against his pants, Sol still trying to stand.
The crowd had quieted considerably and Tobias turned back to wave off the medic crew, who froze, unsure of what to do next.
Sol suddenly stood, putting his front weight on his right wing, which shook unsteadily. He looked up, giving Tobias a weak grin.
The crowd clapped politely as Sol limped towards the exit, Tobias carefully positioning himself under his limp wing.
The moment they exited the arena, Sol faltered, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily. He couldn't see. He couldn't make sense of anything. He could hardly breath, and that scared him badly as he gasped desperately. "Tobias-"
Tobias beckoned the medic crew as the doors shut, and he turned to Sol, grabbing the dragons neck and leaning his head against his friend. "God knows I nearly died running out there to you." He breathed.
Sol shook harder, seeing blurry shapes slowly gather around him.
"Tobe- Tobias.. oh... Tobe-.. bias." Sol repeated wildly, poison tingling painfully throughout his entire body.
"Good job, buddy." Tobias whispered, "You're doing a good job, buddy."
"I can't-" Sol gasped, "I can't... see."
Through all the dull throbbing Sol didn't think much of the sharp prick in the neck, but a moment later when he slid to the ground in a heap, the word steadily growing brighter, he realized what it was.
"You're doing a good job, pal. A good job." Tobias repeated.
Sol's eyes drooped shut before he was completely asleep, the words bouncing around his mind, "Good job, Sol."
(WHY'D THAT TAKE ME FORTY MINUTES TO WRITE, MAN?!
It happened *yay*)
HOLY CRAP THIS IS GOOD