Embra

Emberling subspecies

There was an unspoken truce between the harpies and dragons about never attacking a fire coloured snapper with a glowing bag. The snapper was allowed to walk along the chaotic fields unharmed, dragging anything that was alive and screaming out of harms way and into her den. Neither side knew anything about her and neither wanted to know what was happening in that den so they just let her keep on doing whatever she wanted.

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The snapper continued to pull another dying harpy across the field. Chaos reputed in the skies, making her grateful for the lack of flight. Nothing stopped her or questioned her. Hatred from each specieswas fueling them all to keep fighting. Embra knew the dragons had lost immediately after her first steps on the field to drag a coatl. It was bad. She reached her den and went inside to find a spare makeshift bed. Moans and groans could be heard form those also brought in by her. She gently placed the half conscious harpy on one of the back beds, dressed its wounds and gave it a healing potion. She then went and and did the same with the rest, making the moans die down. It was hard running a hospital on your own, especially when more and more needed to be helped. She headed towards the dens exit and said she'll be back with more supplies to those that could hear. She left and went back to the fields, grabbing any herbs untouched and dragging another body.

By the time the harpies had won, Embras den was so packed that she had to invest some time to digging more room. There was a surprising even spread of harpies and dragons needing her help. Those that were less injured and could stand didn't dare try attacking the weak and some even tried helping Embra. There was unity in their suffering and Embra needed to keep it up the nicer vibes. Volunteer harpies were the only ones allowed to leave for supplies just in case the more angry ones were still around. Volunteer dragons would help make potions and serve them. Two enemies working to save their fellow friends. Embra job changed often and she vowed to never rest until all was fine. The peace lasted for months which allowed some harpies and dragons to go out and find the rest of their clans but some stayed and continued to helped heal the other warriors. When the harpy refugees from the ice fields arrived and claimed home, Embra embraced them warmly and any sick was allowed to come at any time. When the flamescales seriths found her den they too were treated similarly to the harpies, all were welcomed when injured.

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News of a clan settling near the battlefields reached Embras ears. What fools would live in a place like this? She needed to see if they were going to be friends or foe as soon as possible and left her patients in the hands of her volunteers. She walked to the told destination of a clan called "Boltninja" and walked up to the first dragon she saw. "You guardian, where is your leader?" "Your looking at her." "Good. My names Embra and I run a hospital not too far from here. Me and my volunteers mainly help out harpies or seriths but now that your arrived I assume you would like a doctor as well. Note that you cannot attack my patients even if their part of the beatsclan, understood?" "Don't worry we have made treaties with both clans so no fighting for us. Also having a doctor would be nice." The guardian toothly smiled at the snapper who nodded. She exchanged details of her location and went back to work. From time to time the guardian couples Granith and Scivil, would bring in patients and ask for healing. Embra of course help out the best ways she can and became known to all as "doctor".

Sox's story

She finally found the time to have a day off or well, was forced to have the day off by her volunteers and Graniths whinging. It felt weird to her not being inside all day, helping out the injured. She wandered around, bought some supplies and wandered some more. Time felt so slow to her, she needed a distraction. She decided to go out and explore the forgotten battlefield, see how it's been going. Walking around the grounds and not seeing fights was still a weird concept to her. Peace was nice but with what she saw and looked after doesn't leave scars on the mind. She mindlessly walked, having flashbacks from time to time but was brought out by the distinct smell of smoke. Curiosity took her mind and headed towards the smell. What she saw a small Flamerest Fiendcat, no older than a kitten, coughing up smoke and curled up in a ball. Embra approached the cat carefully and made calming noises. If the cat was still conscious enough, it didn't make any attempts to move. Embra had to do something so she picked up the cat and placed it safely between her wings. She moved into a careful run and headed straight for her den. When she arrived it confused her volunteers but when they saw the cat they immediately sprung into action. By noon the cat had started to spark flames once more and was happily asleep.

Since that incident the fiendcat stayed with Embra. Maybe it was because she had the cats scent all over her, maybe the cat knew she save it. Embra didn't mind the cats presence and gave it the name Sox. While Embra doesn't take giant breaks often, she now takes time off to play with her kitty outside.