Darkstar
(#30053983)
Level 25 Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.89 m
Wingspan
6.95 m
Weight
1026.67 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Vipera
Vipera
Obsidian
Stripes
Stripes
Oilslick
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Coatl
Max Level
STR
120
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
68
INT
5
VIT
17
MND
5
Biography
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Darkstar
...catch a falling star
Darkstar woke to the sound of smashing glass. Instinctively, he snatched his blades which he always kept next to his bedside and leapt to his feet. His strained muscles protested against his sudden movements and his freshly stitched wounds throbbed painfully. But it was no Beastclan warrior, nor any of these foul spirits attacking him. On the doorstep stood Kieran, with a sheepish expression on his face, clutching the neck of a broken bottle. Its content had spilled all over the floor. “Damn it, Kieran! Can’t you just knock? And where’s that guiding fox of yours?” wincing, Darkstar clutched his side where the stitches had torn. Kieran hurried into the room, using his cane to avoid running into obstacles. “I’m so sorry, I thought the door was wider. I could swear that ruddy tree you live in has changed its form again. But you shouldn’t jump around like this, you’ll tear your stitches. Ah, too late.” he said while touching the now bloody bandage wrapped around Darkstar’s chest. Darkstar snorted angrily but allowed the blind coatl to steer him to his bed again and lay down. Kieran gently removed the bandages and examined the wounds. “This needs to be re-stitched. I’m sorry. Do you have some of the herbs left your mother sent? I’d like to make a poultice with them. They are very potent.” Darkstar watched wearily while Kieran fetched alcohol, a small needle and suture. “Are you sure you can do this? I mean…you can’t see what you are doing.” Kieran smirked. “Don’t you trust me?” he asked. “You’ve just collided with my doorframe!” Darkstar snapped but allowed him to put stitches in the wound. Kieran was working highly concentrated and as gently as possible. However, Darkstar was relieved to see a neat and tidy stitched suture when his work was done. “Satisfied?” Kieran asked. “I guess it’ll do.” Darkstar answered. He smiled, but then remembered that Kieran couldn’t see him. “I mean it’s really looking good. Falyse couldn’t have done it better. Do you want me to fetch my mother’s herbs?” Kieran shook his head. “No, you stay where you are. Just tell me where they are.” Darkstar guided him to the small alcove where he kept his mother’s herbs. He watched while Kieran prepared a poultice for his bandage. The Afflicted was a skilled herbalist and he had even managed to grow some indigenous herbs from the Starfall Isles here in the Forgotten Sanctuary. His mother had been very surprised to hear about it. He just wished he wouldn’t need the healing skills of the cheerful coatl, he’d rather savored one of his new tea creations. Being a skilled warrior, he was used to injuries. But he had never encountered anything like this being before. Furthermore, the wounds he had sustained during the fight were excruciatingly painful and not healing well. A knock on the door interrupted his dark thoughts. As he looked up, he saw Gwynbleidd standing in the doorframe. The pale Pearlcatcher had only joined their Clan recently. Though he didn’t know him well, he had immediately recognized him as a fellow warrior. There was something in the way he moved, the way he always scanned his surroundings for possible dangers. Most avoided him, or maybe he avoided most of them. It was difficult to tell. Darkstar did not dislike him, though he sensed that this dragon could be a very dangerous opponent. But he was a member of the Clan now, a sworn protector like he was. “Greetings, Gwyn. Why don’t you come in?” Kieran welcomed the Pearlcatcher who stood at the doorframe. Darkstar gestured towards a pile of cushions. “Yes, do come in. I would offer you some refreshments but I’m not allowed to get up.” Gwynbleidd approached him, looking at the wound at his chest. “May I?” he asked, stretching one paw forward to examine the wound. Darkstar shrugged, allowing the Pearlcatcher to take a closer look. He noticed bright green eyes beneath the cowl that always covered his face. “It is not healing as it should, is it? Hurting more than it should?” Gwynbleidd asked. Darkstar looked up into those deep green eyes that were scrutinizing him. He swallowed hard. “I have been wounded before and you are right. I don’t want to whine but it is rather painful for a wound that isn’t that deep. The stitches have been torn twice already, and I have been careful.” Kieran snorted. “Well, I got up rather abruptly earlier, but they shouldn’t tear so easily.” he added defensively. “No, they shouldn’t.” Gwynbleidd said. Kieran paused and turned around. “What do you mean?” he asked, now sounding rather concerned. “Did I miss something? Should I have called for the Healer?” he came to the bed to re-examine the wound. “It’s not your fault my friend.” Gwynbleidd reassured him. “This is not an ordinary wound. It was inflicted by a cursed blade. That’s why it isn’t healing and hurting so much. You couldn’t have known.” Kieran gasped. “A cursed blade?” Darkstar felt a shiver run down his spine. “Yes. And a powerful one. We’ll need an alchemical potion. And the wound has to be burned out with hot silver. Otherwise the infection will spread. I’m sorry Darkstar, but there is no treatment that is less painful.” Kieran reached for his paw and squeezed it. Others would have recoiled after the mention of some infection caused by a curse but not Kieran. “But how? Was it that…thing… I fought by the old battlefield? I’ve fought spirits before, nothing like this has ever happened. And what was it doing here?” Darkstar asked. Gwynbleidd seemed to think carefully before he answered. “Your blades are imbued with silver? I was told you killed the spirit.” “Yes, they are.” Darkstar replied impatiently, “My father made those for me. He knew I would also have to fight spiritual beings at some point. But that doesn’t explain what it was doing here. We’ve never had any problems with spirits, good or evil, in the Forgotten Sanctuary.” The pale Pearlcatcher looked at him intently. “Forgive me my rudeness but you and your Clan are too naïve. You have reclaimed an ancient and abandoned settlement. You have no idea why the previous residents left this place, or what happened to them. There are graveyards and battlefields here, though the ruins are too decayed to tell whether they were torn down by enemies or just worn down by time. Important places have been warded against spirits and ghosts, now tell me, do you think the previous residents did this without a reason? The recent battle with the Beastclan has soaked the earth with blood, and you don’t anticipate any consequences? I’m not sure what you fought, but it was a powerful spirit. That much is clear. And there might be more. Someone should talk to the Council, make them aware that this incident should not be taken lightly. If I was told correctly, you didn’t take the Serthis Beastclan as seriously as you should have. It would be a shame to see history repeated.” Darkstar stared at the Pearlcatcher and realized that he was right. They knew so little about this place’s history. They had claimed it as their own, settling in the ruins, discovering more and more wonders and finally, beginning to rebuild what had crumbled to dust long ago. They had had to fight for it once already, and it was almost taken from them. This should never happen again. “Will you talk to the Council? Explain what you have explained to me? Maybe a bit more…diplomatic but will you do it? There is no “you” anymore, Gwynbleidd, you are a part of this Clan now, too. There is only “us” and “we”. Kieran nodded approvingly. The Pearlcatcher seemed to be taken aback at first, but then the faintest hint of a smile appeared on his stern face. “I will talk to the Council then. But first, we have to get you cured. I’ll fetch the potion and my silver blade.” Darkstar watched him disappear though the door. Then he turned to Kieran. “Fetch me some piece of wood I can bite on. I fear I’ll crush your paw if you keep holding mine.” Kieran bustled off, almost tripping over Brambles who had come to join them finally. At least he wouldn’t run into the doorframe again now that she was there. He breathed deeply, he was not looking forward to the treatment. Not looking forward to it at all. They came back soon, Kieran holding a flat piece of wood and Gwynbleidd with some vials and a silver dagger. Kieran removed the stitches while Gwynbleidd heated the dagger over the fire until it was glowing red-hot. Resigning to his fate, Darkstar put the piece of wood into his mouth and nodded towards Gwynbleidd. As the Pearlcatcher lowered the red-hot blade to his chest, he closed his eyes. |
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