(Did Vel spit the venom on his wound? Also, @Little Baby Bean, does Ajax have fire?)"Suck it up." Vel snapped.
But her heart pounded.
They were in the middle OF THE FREAKING DESERT.
Where the HECK was she supposed to go, how the HECK was she supposed to save this dragon without medical supplies.
They needed to get back to the cavern. But the transports would have left by then, and the cave would have been emptied.
Stifling her anxious thoughts, Vel bit her tounge, replacing the CloudWing's talons with her own.
Veins could have been severed in the dragon's neck. He could be dying- he WAS dying -but Vel could be doing all of this in vain. Perhaps death was inevitable for the CloudWing. But she wouldn't give up.
Vel bore her full wait down on the wound, careful to be sure the dragon could breath. He was numb to the pain, his body now only twitching instinctively.
Fire.
They needed fire.
Venom could cauterize, too. But it also ate away at the flesh, it bubbled and boiled and sought to kill. But so did fire.
Vel leaned down, nuding the CloudWing's jaw. "Hey. Hey."
He didn't respond.
"HAY."
What an idiot. A dying idiot she badly wanted to save, but an idiot all the same.
"Stay awake, CloudWing." She huffed in a quick breath, taking note of the unwelcome hysteria in her tone. "Hey. Look at me. Look at me."
@-Shade-
Alicanto felt his eyes slide back, blinking weakly to try and refocus his gaze. He was numbly aware of what felt like something nudging his jawbone, his feathers shifting in the sand slightly as his head barely moved.
"Stay awake Cloudwing."
He could barely hear the voice. He blinked fiercely, the little bit of sound that penetrated the bubble of numb fogginess making him slide back toward consciousness slightly.
"Look at me."
He was looking at her. Sort of. It felt more like he was looking through her, his gaze unfocused. His head throbbed harder whenever he strained to keep his eyes from closing. His head felt light and he could swear the sand beneath him was tilting and shifting.
The weirdest thing was he felt like he was standing on the other side of the ever-present wall in his mind. He no longer felt like he was searching for something within the hidden space, only standing pointlessly and purposelessly inside.
He blinked harder again, the light from the sun behind the Rainwing slicing his vision like the lights in the Den. The black shade closing around the edges of his eyes felt like bars, pressing in around him, suffocating, restricting.
The voice of the Nightwing standing on the other side almost sounded scared, but she was trying to hide it.
Nightwing?
He opened his eyes again, realizing they'd started to close.
Where was he?
He shifted his head away from the black dragon with another groan, trying to move his wing to hide his face. Something dragged at the feathers, forcing him to face the hunter, staring through pained, clouded eyes at the nightmare around him.
He forced his eyes open again, still blinking.
This isn't the Scorpion Den.
Why was there a Rainwing standing above him?
He shifted his head again, the pain pulling him back slightly.
Rainwing. Vel.
Why was she helping him? Or was she killing him? He couldn't tell.
@_-Captain BRM-_
@Little Baby Bean
(Same old, same old, Ali just dying. Gotta put some development in here though. Hopefully, Ajax has fire, otherwise idk how to save my boy)