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Silverwis
Here's Kylas' story! I hope you enjoy it! <3
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The bright sun shone down from above, gently bathing the woodlands in a warm glow. Creatures of all shapes and sizes explored the forest, quietly stepping out of their homes nestled within the shadows. Dazzling beings with large sets of horns drank from the clear, cool river as small birds flitted down and perched amongst them. Small insects and bugs fluttered about, creating a pleasant hum throughout the air. Large winged creatures soared through the winds above, casting down broad shadows as they twisted and ascended.
A quiet voice could be heard, almost blending into the buzz of the forest. The tone was soft, gently soothing a small creature that had injured a wing. A large green and brown dragon sat next to the being, hovering above it as he carefully mended the injury. The creature was quiet and did not struggle as the Coatl doctored it. After a few minutes of gentle adjustments, the wing was in a sort of sling, crafted with small sticks, leaves and vines.
The dragon nodded his head in approval, still mumbling quietly under his breath to himself. He raised his voice a bit, now speaking directly to the being. His tone was calm and composed, yet he spoke quickly with a sort of excitement and passion.
“When the leaves wilt and turn brown, you can remove the sling! Be careful though! You still need to go easy after that, so you don’t re-injure it!”
The creature looked up towards the dragon, its eyes gleaming with curiosity. The Coatl reached into his green overcoat, pulling out a small vial of a dull gray paste. He gently uncorked it and scraped a small amount out, tenderly spreading it along the small creature’s open wounds. After assuring his work was up to his own standards, he corked the vial and slid it back into his coat. He gave the creature a gentle pat before standing up and eagerly speaking to it once more.
“The name’s Kylas! Get better soon!”
Kylas gathered his things and began trodding through the forest. He stopped often to look at a flowering plant or to pick a specific leaf. The dragon greatly enjoyed experimenting with new foliage or sprouting mushrooms. Anything, really. Kylas would sit and crush up herbs and charcoals and anything else he thought may be useful, always analyzing his findings.
He would examine the product, figuring out whether or not it worked best to heal wounds or if it was better to use as a glue. The dragon often pricked himself with something sharp to test his theories, but sometimes his experiments ended in panic. Something that was meant to aid with inflammation would do quite the opposite and the test area would grow red and burn. Kylas would have to start over again, recording his findings of the reactions between the materials.
Kylas had always had a fascination with healing potions and mysterious vials of creams and liquids. It was simply so
wondrous to him that you could aid the body in healing with eccentric combinations of everyday plant life and minerals. He had enjoyed helping small creatures when he was a hatchling, from mending a sprained wrist to patching up small scrapes.
The bright Coatl was never very social and was rather peculiar in the eyes of others. He was always off by himself, mumbling under his breath and writing things down in a worn notebook. While other hatchlings were rough housing and further developing their fighting skills, Kylas could be found wandering towards the forests. He was often seen plucking sprouting buds and crushing up small mineral rocks, creating odd mixtures and smearing them across various parts of his body.
Once the hatchling matured, Kylas decided to make his home the woodlands themselves. He continuously wandered them in search of an injured animal or dragon and would offer his services. He never expected anything in return, but rather flourished in the fact that he was able to help the creatures.
Kylas had years of experience beneath his work, but was always searching for improvements. Sure, his creams may heal wounds quicker than the body normally does on its own,
but what if it worked even better?
The Coatl was becoming renowned in his occupation, but was oblivious to this fact. Whispered rumors spread through the lands of a dragon that lived within the forest that had the ability to cure
any ailment. Dragons would search for days on end for the famous herbalist, but usually came back empty handed. His name itself became a legendary myth.
Kylas was always in motion, hardly ever laying still enough to get any sleep. His mind raced with thoughts and ideas for new cures and improvements to his existing medicines. He was always on the move, searching for new plants and helping injured creatures as he ran into them.
The herbalist was doing his typical rounds on a sunny afternoon, scanning the forest for a certain flower that only blossomed at a specific time during the year. An eerie howl echoed through the treetops, intriguing Kylas. The dragon paused his search, his ears flicking around trying to find the source of the distress. The ghostly wail reverberated through the forest again, the wildlife scattering towards the shadows.
Kylas headed in the direction of the shriek, locating the creator of the outcry. Before his eyes was a bloodied dragon. Large gashes stretched down his side, beginning from the top of his neck and extending all the way down to his lower leg. The open wounds were seeping the crimson liquid and the life was ebbing away from the dragon’s dull eyes. The injured dragon locked eyes with Kylas, silently begging for help.
The Coatl took a deep breath, keeping himself calm and collected. This was the worst injury he had come across in a long time, but he had much more experience behind him now. Kylas immediately crouched down beside the fallen creature, beginning to mumble under his breath about what remedies would most likely work the best.
Kylas pulled out numerous vials, all containing something different. Some of the containers held colored liquids, while others were glowing and seemed to pulse from within. The dragon stared deep into the dying beast’s eyes, speaking quietly. His tone was confident and steady, his hands still rummaging through his medicinal items.
“You’re going to be okay. I promise you.”