Remedy
(#59590313)
Level 1 Coatl
Familiar
Wallowing Willow
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Energy: 41/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
8.09 m
Wingspan
8.54 m
Weight
1041.5 kg
Genetics
Ice
Skink
Skink
Midnight
Butterfly
Butterfly
Antique
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
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Remedy That's not his actual name | Suspicious as heck | Brews strange teas A mysterious, ragged traveller, who claims to be a healer. He carries with him a cabinet that makes strange, ominous noises if left alone for too long. Whether he can be trusted is anyone's guess. His sister is the only one who has a good measure of him, and even she doesn't know what he's been meddling with in the last few years. His visits are brief, and he's an endless disappointment to her. While he lost track of his brother Pan when they both left following their mother's death, he has since had a reunion, and has made plans to visit the next time he's passing through. |
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Art by me (friendlycoffee/spectre-draws)
The good doctor
John was the second youngest in the village. The other was a baby, who didn’t really count, because babies didn’t do much of anything and were barely people anyway.
Being the second youngest was tough. It meant the other kids always left him behind when they played their games. It meant that none of the adults took him seriously. It also meant, when the traveller arrived in their humble little village, no one cared what John thought of him.
Despite the shadows under his eyes and the white streaks in his hair, the man was still young. He claimed to be a healer. This, of course, delighted the villagers.
They paid no mind to his ragged clothes nor the strange wooden cabinet he carried across his shoulders, they were far too busy relaying every one of their ailments to him.
The man - or Remedy, as he asked to be called - listened patiently, and over the following days set about treating those who spoke to him.
Grandmother Millie’s aches and pains miraculously left her. John’s aunt finally lost her cough, and could breathe easy for the first time in months. It seemed that everyone was suddenly on the mend and all thanks to the mysterious stranger who had arrived with no warning. He didn’t even charge them a penny.
One of the farming families let him sleep in their barn and shared their food, and the older women patched up his coat and found a new pair of boots for him, always fussing as if he were one of their own. Everyone was immediately taken in, particularly the younger ladies, who would gossip about the man to no end.
“Your sister could do a lot worse than a doctor,” his mother had scolded him when he’d complained about it. “It would be a good thing if he settled down here. It’s too far to travel to the city for that kind of thing, and you know we couldn’t afford it.”
“But he’s weird,” John had muttered, and was swiftly cuffed round the head for his trouble.
“Don’t be rude. He’s been nothing but a gentleman, and everyone knows doctors are different anyway. Comes from the medical training.”
John wasn’t so sure though. He’d watch the man sometimes when he felt it was safe, and all he seemed to do was brew teas. That didn’t seem very doctorly to John.
As the days continued to pass it seemed that everyone in the village was healthier and sprier than ever, yet the more people he treated the more ragged Remedy appeared to become. The shadows under his eyes darkened, his skin turned sallow, his hands lost their confident movements and instead grew shaky and weak. No one else seemed to notice, but John did. He’d been studying the man closely.
Something was wrong that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. No one was going to listen but that didn’t matter - he was determined to get to the bottom of it himself.
With this in mind he told himself to be brave when he crept out to the barn one night, climbing in through the hayloft window as silently as he could. He’d been hoping the man would already be asleep so that he could rummage through the strange cabinet he was always carrying around, but when he peered down at the floor below the light of a single candle illuminated his figure.
Remedy sat cross legged on the ground with his cabinet open before him. Within lay the teapot he so often used, with the cups all lined up and pungent herbs strung up on the inside of the doors. Little bottles and vials of other concoctions were stashed carefully in the draws below, save for the last, that remained closed.
As John watched, Remedy reached with trembling fingers for the chain around his neck and pulled out a silver key. This he slotted into the final draw, and slowly, joylessly, turned it in the lock.
With a creak and a groan the draw seemed to move of its own volition, inching outward until it stretched open like a hungry maw. From this darkness crawled a shadow.
It oozed its way out into the open as if reveling in the sudden freedom, its insubstantial tendrils curling in an imitation of flexing fingers.
Rather than recoil from this thing, Remedy reached toward it.
John could not take his eyes off the sight. In horror, he stared as the shadow grasped Remedy’s trembling hands and dragged its way up, flowing across his pale skin and over his face. Then it slipped its way down his throat and the man seemed to breathe it in in a gasp.
The shaking of his hands stilled. His colour returned. He looked better than he had done in days.
He sat there for a long minute doing absolutely nothing.
Finally he coughed, gagged, and the shadow came slinking back out of his nose and mouth, retreating back to its draw.
As Remedy was turning the key back the other way, John began his own fearful retreat, but was cut short as the floorboards creaked treacherously beneath him.
Remedy’s head whipped up sharply. He sat frozen for a moment, before locking the draw and secreting the key away in one swift motion and getting to his feet.
“Someone there?”
John’s heart was beating fast. He didn’t know what to do.
“I can go looking, you know,” Remedy remarked, pacing slowly toward the ladder.
There was nowhere to run. Lip trembling, John poked his head out from his vantage point. “I’m sorry! Please don’t be mad.”
Remedy cocked his head to the side. “Bit late for you to be up, isn’t it, kid? Why don’t you come down from there.”
“Are you going to kill me?”
He laughed. “No, why would I do that? I’m a healer, not a murderer.”
Swallowing, John glanced at the ladder but still did not move. He thought again of that shadow, and could not dispel the shiver that ran down his spine. “But I saw…”
“I think,” Remedy said, with a sly smile, “that it’s best for everyone if you didn’t see anything at all. Could you do that for me? Keep a secret?”
He hated the way Remedy was watching him. Hated the calculating look in those dark eyes.
“Okay,” John said quietly, because it turned out he wasn’t brave. He was small, and weak, and he didn’t care about proving something anymore, he just wanted to be away from the strange man and his shadow.
“Good,” Remedy said, as if that settled the matter. “You can sneak back out the way you came in if you like, I won’t stop you.”
John did just that.
The next day Remedy was gone. No note, no farewells, just an empty barn and a crowd of disappointed villagers.
“It’s a shame,” his mother said. “He was such a nice young man. Did wonders for your aunt, he did. I suppose these travelling types can’t help themselves though.”
John said nothing. He didn’t speak of what he’d seen. He let his relatives and neighbours chatter about the good doctor and all the miraculous work he’d done without any complaint. John was glad though. As the weeks went by he would check again, making sure the barn was empty, and the sight always filled him with a sense of relief.
For all the wonders he’d wrought and the health of the village, John couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever it was Remedy carried with him was bad news. Whether Remedy himself understood that or not he wasn’t sure.
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