Tyrus
Location: Healer's tent
Role: Rescue
Open to RP
He approached the tent, it looked rather weathered, small holes riddled the sides of the green tarp used to cover the inside. The painted red crosses on the side made the tent look rather uninviting, being a blood red, but he moved forward anyways. The loud shuffling coming from the inside deterred him a bit, he wouldn't want to interrupt anyone working there, but it would look a bit odd to be this close to the tent only to turn around, he would probably draw less attention to himself. He went to peek inside when a dragon, he assumed was a nurse, rushed out, almost knocking into him. He flared out his wings, almost loosing balance to keep away from her. His tail swung to keep him balanced as well, the feathers fanning out. His crest flared as well in surprise, and he let out a shocked shout, which was muffled through his mask, before the dragon quickly apologized. He regained balance, pressing his curved claws into the soil, a bit frustrated with his response. downy feathers glided away in the wind, making him realize he hadn't pruned himself in a while.
He shook himself out, bowing apologetically to the dragon, watching them leave before standing there a bit longer. He waited in case anyone else came out before finally peeking his head in. He glanced around at the dragons inside. The tent looked a bit bigger on the inside rather than outside and he noticed another dragon heading for the opening he stood in so he moved to the side, standing by the entrance of the tent. He took note of the dragons in there, most of the dragon occupying the space were working healers, but there were some other dragons who seemed to be visiting. A pair he took note of was a rather mysterious looking guardian with a bubbly young banescale. The dragon seemed to keep a close eye on the dragonet, making him assume that they were attached in some way. He didn't want to stare so he turned his gaze away from them and sat rather calmly in a further corner that was rather empty, waiting for anyone to call him over. He hadn't met the lead healer, so he didn't have any idea what they looked like, so he couldn't engage them. His inky black feathers fluffed up a bit once more as he lowered his head and listened to the dragons around him, closing his eyes.