Roleplay

[center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/413003/41300206_350.png[/img][/center] [columns][left]Satine nods. She looks to the tundra female and the two males with battered wings. "Let me grab some more supplies and I will start to work. I will need a lot more bandages." Eran looks to her. "Will you need help grabbing things?" Satine shakes her head. "I'll see if Sable is still excited about being a healer and have him help." She moves at a quick pace back to the small village for lack of a better name for it as it was home to a good amount of dragons. [/left][nextcol] [center][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/9840.png[/img][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/9839.png[/img][/center] [nextcol][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/equipment/306.png[/img] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/20125.png[/img] [nextcol] ([b][i]Items Satine left behind[/i][/b]) [/columns] [left]------------------------------------------------------ (pings) @scarborough[/left]

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=47336946] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/473370/47336946_350.png[/img] [/url] [font=Georgia]The dragon chuckled halfheartedly, picking up the items the pearlcatcher dropped. He carefully unstoppered the salves, using only as much as necessary for protecting the burns. After applying the salve and ignoring the slowly ebbing pain, he stoppered the bottle and put it to the side, unwrapping some of the linen bandages. His steampunk armor clinked and jangled as he moved, sitting on his haunches. The steampunk wings stay attached to him, however not at the moment. Right now, they remain un-equipped, laying next to him in a jumble of copper, leather, metals, wires and pulleys. [i]"I hope they wont mind me mending myself, i've left a good amount of stuff for any who needs to disinfect or numb pain. I cannot help you with that broken wing of yours, you'll probably need more than just some salve for that, you might need that bone reset."[/center] [/i]

[columns][left]Satine comes back quickly, a couple bags slung around her as she moves to where she placed her salves and tonics the first time. She digs more out and begins to set them up.[b] "Alright, let me see what I can do for those stumps."[/b] She nods to the dragon with a now lack of wings. [b]"I want to at least look at the damage and see what I can do. I am not a magician so I can not promise new wings but I can at least keep them from getting infected and from the skin pealing as badly. I can only imagine the infections you might get if the blisters pop and you get dirt or other things in the wounds."[/b] She then looks to the dragon with a broken wing. [b]"I suggest you drink the green tonic beside me before I try to reset that wing.[/b] [/left] [nextcol] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/23820.png[/img] ----------- [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=385248&tab=dragon&did=41300206] Satine's bio now that I have finished it.[/url]----- [/columns] ------ (pings) @scarborough

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=47336946] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/473370/47336946_350.png[/img] [/url] [font=Georgia]The bandages were not yet placed over the stumps that used to be beautiful, almost feathered, wings. They lay in his claws, elevated off the ground as to avoid contamination. He turned his back to Satine, allowing better access to the still warm stumps. It seems they may have been cut recently, two days ago at the latest. The little sphinx watched carefully from a few feet away, burying itself under the now 'useful' prosthetic limbs bought shortly after the amputation for suspiciously cheap, but the equipment did look to come from an honest seller that took pity. [i]"I do not expect to grow new wings, be it magically or naturally. The nerve endings on the inside are much to fried."[/center] [/i] [center][i][b]|| Going to sleep now ||[/b][/i][/center]

[columns][center] Satine nods, looking at the damage with a frown. [b]"I can only imagine how bad the damage felt."[/b] She grabs two bottles, opening the first and gently spreading it over the stumps. She closes it and grabs the second, opening it and generously spreading the hopefully cool feeling substance over the stumps and any burnt skin she saw. [b]"Hopefully that will help cool the burning."[/b] She takes the bandages he had and carefully began to wrap them around the stumps before firming tying them off. She then begins to look over the bottles. [b]"Miss"[/b] She addresses the Tundra female. [b]"May I see where you are injured?"[/b] [/center][nextcol][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/23808.png [/columns] ---------------------------------- (I will be on a while longer but I might respond a bit slowly. Making cookies in the background)

Lilac tilted her head to the left. "Depends. We Tundra don't recognise by name or face, but we do recognise by smell" Lilac tolled them before pointing at her back left ankle. "That's were it is. I don't know how bad it is though" her voice had a shaky quality to it. But Lilac's eyes where not misty. Was she nervous? She hesitated before taking off the mask. "Is there any chance I have a wound or two on my face?" Lilac whispered.

nightblade was with his camouflage blending in pretty well

Satine checks her face first. "None that I see yet. It seems the mask helped keep it would free from harm. Your ankle was not as lucky." She picks up a green tonic and holds it out. "You may wish to drink this and let it numb any pain or at least some of it before I try to treat you."

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