I am actually drawing a picture of this dragon. Once it is finished, I will use it as the cover image.
Liv couldn't move.
There, right in front of her, was a dragon. But it was unlike any dragon she has ever seen. This dragon was furred. Liv didn't know there was furred dragons, but now, seeing one in front of her, she saw that they were in fact real.
This dragon did have scales though. The beautiful blue scales started at it's chin, then ran down it's belly, all the way to the tip of it's tail. The rest of it though was was covered in beautiful blue fur in all different shades of blue. This dragon was large too, near the size of a monstrous nightmare. It had two large silver horns that came from the back of it's large, elk like ears. Each of it's four paws had wicked looking claws, ones that Liv definitely didn't want to go near. What shocked Liv the most was that the dragons wings were feathered, the same beautiful shade of it's fur.
The dragon had spotted her by now, staring at her intently, it's elk like ears pointed at her. Liv just stood there, frozen. Slowly, the dragon extended it's long neck in her direction, sniffing the air before giving a soft coo. The dragon pulled back before looking at it's right wing.
Liv followed it's gaze, stopping when she saw a spear sticking out between it's feathers. That dragon looked back at her, then nodded at the spear in it's wing.
Liv just stared, a bit confused by the dragon's actions. Then her brain finally clicked. "You want me to...take it out?" She asked.
As an answer, the dragon flared it's nostril and let out a huff.
Liv wasn't quite sure what to do. She was torn between the two sides of her. Her viking self wanted to leave the dragon to die, but her healer self wanted to help the creature. As a viking, it was her duty to protect her people, and that meant killing anything that threatened them. But was this dragon a threat? As a healer, it was also her duty to heal the sick and wounded.
The poor girl just couldn't decided. But then the dragon decided for her.
Feeling like the human girl was taking to long, the dragon gave a growl, snapping it's mighty jaw at the girl., threatening her to move it before she was killed.
Liv jumped before quickly moving forward towards the dragon. "T-this might hurt." She stuttered once she got a good hold on the spear. Taking a deep breath, she bit her lip as she gave the spear a harsh tug, pulling it out in one fluid motion.
The dragon groaned, but other than that, remained still. With a huff, the dragon looked over the wound, flexing it's wings lightly.
"Stop!" Liv shouted so suddenly she surprised herself. The dragon did so, looking at her in surprise as well. "Please, let me look at it first." She said in a much calmer voice, slowly taking a step forward.
The dragon didn't stop her, just watched as she came close one more and inspected the wound the spear made in it's wing
"It's infected." She mumbled, wincing slightly at the sight of pus steeping out of the wound before looking up into the dragons bright blue eyes, the color of the sky on a clear day. "If you stay here, I can go get some of my supplies and help you." She said. She wasn't sure if the dragon actually understood her, but it seemed to for it remained in it's place as Liv turned and ran off, heading towards the village.
Liv wasted no time in running to the healer's. She quickly ran through the door of the hut and looked around, not spotting Tashula anywhere.
Good. She thought. It would be difficult to explain why she needed ointment and herbs for an infection when no one has come to the healer's recently for that treatment.
Quickly gathering the items she needed, Liv stuffed them into a bag before running back out, heading straight to the forest.
To her surprise, the dragon was still there, like she instructed it too. Slowing down to a stop, Liv bent over for a moment before she caught her breath and stood straight once more. She walked back up to the dragon, setting her bag down by it's wing.
"It's not bad." She said, looking over the wound. "I just need to fix it before it gets any worse."
Digging through her bag, Liv pulled out a small, sheepskin water bottle and a rag. Using those items, she managed to clean all the blood and pus out of the wound, giving her a much better view of what she was dealing with. The wound wasn't large, but looked deep.
"Who did this to you?" She asked, but knew the dragon couldn't answer. reaching back into the bag, she pulled out two small pouches, one full of crushed herbs and another full of a pasty white ointment. After sprinkling the herbs over the wound, she then smeared some of the ointment over it. "There." She mumbled with a smile as she whipped her hands on the grass before pulling out a roll of bandages.
As she bandaged the wound, parting the feathers so she could get the wrappings around the limb, the dragon watched her silently. A human girl was actually helping him. Usually, he would have just chased her off after the pulled out the spear, but now she was actually helping him, healing his wound. The dragon wasn't quite sure what to think of this, only watched silently for now.
"There." Liv said with a smile when she was done. The wound was wrapped and had medicine on it to help fight the infection and heal. "I don't think you will be able to fight for a while, with your feathers parted like this." She told the beast, looking at his wings. The bandage parted his feathers right down the middle. He could fly, but it would be extremely difficult.
The dragon gave a small moan before extending his neck, pressing the tip of his muzzle against Liv's cheek. Shocked, the girl didn't move right away. After taking a deep breath, she slowly lifted a hand and placed it on the side of the dragon's cheek.
"Y-you're welcome." She mumbled, a small smile lifting her lips. "If you like," She said as she dragon pulled away. "I can come back tomorrow and check on you. I will bring some food too."
Once again as an answer, the dragon flared his nostrils and huffed.
Liv found herself laughing softly as she smiled and packed up her supplies. "Well, I will see you tomorrow." She said, standing as she hooked her bag over her shoulder. After standing there for a moment more, Liv turned and traveled back to the clearing where the herb basket was abandoned, the dragon watching her the whole way.
Reaching down, she scooped the basket up and traveled back down the path to the village, humming softly to herself.
Liv was still a bit in shock. She managed to find a dragon she had never heard of, tended to it's wounds, and even befriended it. But Liv knew this had to be kept a secret. If anyone in the village heard of a strange, wounded dragon out in the forest, they wouldn't hesitate to go out and kill it.
As a viking, Liv should encourage this. But as a healer, she just couldn't let that happen. This dragon was injured, and she had taken it upon herself to heal him, at least, she thought it was a him.
With a small sigh, Liv walked back into the healer's hut, though practically got bombarded by Tashula.
"Well, you certainly took your sweet time." The old lady grumbled, snatching the basket from Liv's grasp. "And hardly got any profit too!" She exclaimed in surprise, looking down at the nearly empty basket in disappointment. "Had a hard time finding anything?"
"Yeah." Liv lied, emptying her bag and placing the items back where they belonged. Luckily Tashula didn't see, and therefore didn't ask questions. "Hey Tashula, are there any furred dragons?" She suddenly asked, looking at the old lady.
The healer looked over at her, a small frown on her face. "Why do you ask child?"
"Just wondering." She said, handing the bag she used back up by the door.
The healer frowned for a moment before turning back to the herbs, placing them in their appropriate jars. "Well as far as I know, there are only two types of furred dragons. The white snow dragon, and the WindWalker."
"WindWalker?" Liv echoed as a question. She knew the dragon she met was not a white dragon, for he was not white, so that must mean he was a WindWalker.
"Aye, WindWalker." Tashula nodded. "They are healer dragons. They don't breathe fire, but they can heal others with their breath."
"But they have to have a way to defend themselves." Liv said as she leaned on her elbows against on of the wooden tables. "If they can't breathe fire, how to they defend themselves other than claws and teeth and such."
Tashula chuckled. "They can also breathe deadly poison."
Liv frowned in thought. If WindWalkers could heal, why did he let her bandage his wound? He could have just healed it himself right? The girl was surely confused. Though she was also thankful that he didn't decide to poison her.
"What brought this up?" The healer asked, turning around and looking at her fully.
"Just wondering." Liv said again.
Tashula sighed, shaking her head. "Liv darling, you are a terrible liar." She said, coming over to the table she leaned against. "Now, tell old Tashula the truth."
Liv looked at her as she bit her lip. "I just..." She mumbled, letting out a sigh. "I just saw a furred dragon out in the forest. But it didn't notice me and flew off quickly." She said, hoping the healer would believe her lie.
Tashula stared at Liv so long the girl thought she saw through her lie once more. But then the old lady clapped her hands and smiled. "There, was that so hard?" She chuckled before turning around and going back to the herbs.
Liv gave a sigh of relief and stood straight.
"Why don't you head on home today." Tashula said. "You seem tried."
That certainly was true. Liv suddenly felt exhausted as soon as the healer said that. She could only mumbled an 'ok' before stumbling out the door and up the hill to her home.
Liv tripped up the stairs to her room and as soon as she got there, she collapsed on her bed. Only moments after, Liv was pulled into the land of sleep.
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