gerard

Gerard is a very caring little Tundra. They are an apprentice to the medics in Triumph, and they are very excited about helping dragons get better. Gerard hates to see dragons hurt, and wants to help them recover the best they can, so they frantically follow dragons like Valkyrie and Dawn around. Gerard is, surprisingly, not very good at fighting, which makes them feel isolated from the rest of Triumph. The group of scarred, snarling dragons still accepts Gerard as one of their own, though.




"Looks pretty bad there, bud." Gerard adjusted their goggles, locking their sight onto the orange Bogsneak that lay in front of them. The Bogsneak had been soaked with acid due to another group of Plaguelings violently exiling her from their group. Gerard glanced at the three dragons that had accompanied them on this expedition, Farquar, Dawn, and Valkyrie. The three girls and fourth enby stood around the melted Bogsneak, and observed her. The Bogsneak seemed to still breathe, though shallow. Gerard looked over to their medic counterparts again, witing for advice on what to do. They were being trained to aid injured dragons, though not this severely injured. The humid, potent breeze brushed through their fur. Gerard's fur was unusually thin for a Tundra's, as they were born in the domain of the Flamecaller.

Farquar piped up, "Dawn," she said, as her twin sister ruffled her feathers. "Female Bogsneak, almost all her skin has been broken down by Plague acid. Seems to be breathing, I'm not checking her pulse," Farquar rapped her claws on the fleshy ground. "I don't care enough."

"Yikes," Dawn shuddered. She hopped off of Faruqar's back, landing on her front claws, and promptly tripping over them.

"Ouch," both of them yelped. Farquar smirked, "You couldn't see straight if your life depended on it." Dawn giggled at this very insensitive joke, and slowly inched her way towards the limp Bogsneak. Gerard pulled out their field notes, and observed very closely as Dawn approached the dragon, and reached her claw out to feel for her pulse.

"Holy hell, Triumph!" Dawn exclaimed as she'd been talking to the entire team, and then lowered her voice cautiously. "No way in Plaguemama's Scarred Wasteland she's still goddamn alive." All four of the dragons in the expedition team perked up.

Valkyrie immediately perked up, "Oh, thank the Arcanist!"

Before she could continue, she was cut off. "**** the Arcanist," Farquar snarled. She then furrowed her brow, and continued, "Wait, you can SEE her breathing. How did you not know she's alive?"

Valkyrie was a little less perky now, but she brushed off Farquar's comments, and continued. "Geez, someone help me bandage her up, and set up the sack. We don't want her flesh to break down further," the jumpy Nocturne scrambled for her bags, and tossed three rolls of bandages on the ground. "Gerard, you try bandaging!" Valkyrie's command caused the intermediate medic to jump, and panic a little.

"Oh! Um, okay," Gerard snatched one of the bandage rolls off the ground, and got to work. This might take a long time.

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Farquar grunted while she lugged the limp, mummy-like Bogsneak onto her back, where Dawnwinter usually rode. "Someone's gonna have to hold Dawn's talon," Farquar declared. "Mofo's blind."

"Shut up, Fartwad," Dawn snarled. "I am an independent woman."

"**** you, Dusksummer. You're so independent that you didn't need your eyes, huh?"

The sisters giggled at their bickering, and parted ways to take off. Gerard questioned if this is how siblings should be, and pondered what life would be like with their own siblings. Their thoughts were broken by Valkyrie's call, "Alright, Farquar, lead the way." Valkyrie grasped Dawn's talon in hers, which caused Dawn to jump a bit. Gerard shook their wings, and took off with the rest of the crew.

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A low rumble came from Farquar.

"You hungry? Me too," Gerard commented.

"No, that wasn't my stomach, gothling." Farquar craned her neck in an effort to look behind her.

SNAP.

"AH!" Farquar stuttered in the air, and fell out of rhythm. She fell back into the group a few seconds later, and started cursing.

"Who...! Who is this! Who!" An unrecognized voice yelped.

"What- who are you- THE BOGSNEAK?" Farquar did a flip comparable to a death roll.

"HELL!" The Bogsneak stumbled, but held on tight. "Where- where am I- WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!"

Gerard adjusted their goggles once more. They were getting anxious watching this unfold, but they didn't know how to help. The Bogsneak was bigger than they were, and if she could interrupt the flying pattern of Farquar, then she could suplex Gerard.

"SHUT THE HELL UP, NO-DEITY-BOG-STANK-****-YOU-SON-OF-A-BALDWIN, WE'RE TRYING TO SAVE YOU!" Farquar yelled at a volume that rivaled even the heaviest machinery in Sornieth. "Do you want to LIVE, or NOT?"

"Not with YOU! The Bogsneak tried to stand up in order to take flight, but she yelped in pain.

"Hurts, don't it?" Dawn said calmly, as opposed to Farquar's abhorrent profanities. "I'd reccommend letting us bring you back to our clan."

"I have a deity, she's the Plaguebringer..." the Bogsneak mumbled.

"Great, you'll fit right in!" Gerard smiled, although no one could see.

"Holy plagues, how many of you are there?!" the unknown dragon grunted.

"Many," Valkyrie chimed in.

"Yeah, I'd reccommed shutting up, too, since you're outnumbered by a longshot." Farquar started gliding down, as they were nearing Arclan.

"Uh." The Bogsneak sounded like she was going to continue, but she didn't.

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