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There was no answer from the figure, she was curled up on a bed of moss and feathers similar to Brisingur's and was now still and silent. Her scales were marked with small scars and her wings were only just beginning to heal after large rips had been torn in them.brisingur peeked her head out of the curtain of vines "hello?" she asked and walked out limping, not putting her hurt leg down.