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"I'm a little banged up," Fang admits. "And I, uh, sorta kinda accidentally..." he gasped for breath, and winced from the sting in his chest, "accidentally might have drank some dragon blood." Fang looked up at Caim. "And...I think I found a friend." He tries to smile at Caim, but it comes out more like a grimace. "Oh, and Red may have drank some dragon blood too. Why? Nothing bad could happen. I mean, it's just blood, isn't it?" He looks at Warfang, and a mixture of fear, and regret churn through him.

 

OoC: Just so you know, your profile says you are away. It gets very annoying.

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WarFang's eyes went small. "A year ago, I found some ruins. Turned out that the ruins were made by a human." WarFang took a deep breathe. "It was from there where I learned the power of Werepyres. But there was something else.......There was a tablet, with words engraved on it."

 

WarFang took another deep sigh. "There I learned of the Dracowolves and Dracovamps."

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"Even a tiny drop of dragon blood can cause such a transformation. At first, I took this idea into account and thought of using it against the dragons but when I learned the consequences, I dropped it completely." WarFang took another great sigh.

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"No, I'm pretty sure the pain is just my ribs, or my back, or my burns." At this he laughs, then winces again. He was getting more and more frustrated with his own patheticness. "I mean, I would know, if I was changing I mean, wouldn't I?" He looked into Caim's eyes, and Warfang's eyes. He hears what Warfang said. "Consequences?"

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WarFang woke up again. "The transformation is extremely slow. It'll take a week for the transformation to finish. And the consequences.....It is better that you do not know." He them noticed Caim. "Dragon?"

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Alex woke up. "Well, I went unconcious after Marcus almost shot me & my journal. Please read it. It will help to what you are talking about." He said, coughing. "I also think I was hit by a fireball while asleep. Because I felt a pain sharp like the jagged rocks of Hell's deepest basin." He handed WarFang the journal. "Please don't destroy it. That's 9 years of studies in there."

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"And I think you should stop your work. The earth is slowly being destroyed by dragons, but you humans are too dumb to realize it." He said. His eyes then started glowing a bit red as he looked at the human.

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Marcus aimed at WarFang. "Alright, something tell me what the hell is going on." He stuttered. He had about 3 silver bullets left, if anything he could take out these three things. Were they werewolves? No, two had wings. They were indeed wolf like, that didn't mean they were werewolves. Besides, wouldn't werewolves freak out and kill a human? These were calm. Something he didn't like.

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Red proceeded to fix Fang's wounds, mentally thanking the fact she kept a satchel hid behind one of her wings for purposes like this. For the burns, she took a small, clear bottle and coated the inside of several white bandages before tying them across the injuries. The liquid was an old recipe the Werewolf healers had created years ago, when the Dragons started appearing, for burns. It was made of alcohol and a special type of mushroom and hurt like hell, but it healed burns better than anything else and was fairly easy to make.

Once she was satisfied with the burns, she moved onto the actual bloody wounds. This time she licked the blood off with her own tongue; Werewolf saliva had antibiotic properties, and that didn't really change when she became a Werepyre. After she finished licking a wound clean, she set another bandage on it, this one coated in a greenish paste to promote blood clotting.

She examined the second layer of bandages and nodded to herself when they were finished, tail flicking. The only thing left was the broken ribs.

She felt across his chest with her palms, searching for the broken bone, and nodded when she felt a physical pain run through Fang's body, proceeding to get a roll of bandages. These ones she did not coat, but affixed three layers, so that none of the damaged areas would shift easily.

 

She cut the last line of bandage with her teeth, returned the roll to her satchel, and tied all the bandages tight, nodding after a few moments.

"There. That's the best I can do here, at least." she muttered, her tail twiching. She nodded, then glanced at Warfang.

 

"If a drop's enough, I'm infected too. I had to tear the jugular vein out of that Dragon to kill it, with my teeth." She shrugged. "Personally, I'm skeptical of anything you find on an ancient tablet. If these so-called Dracowolves and Dracopires can exist from eating even a single drop of Dragon Blood, how come we haven't heard them before? Killing dragons is hard, but not impossible for regular Werewolves and Vampires."

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OOC: nobody is healing dragons here at the moment.

 

Caim looked at WarFang for his question. "Yes WarFag, you have a question? Probably why I'm not dead on the floor like the others. But I Think I should take you guys to where you need to go. I can carry the three of you. I just have to keep it a secret from the other dragons that I helped you out or just sat here and did nothing." He looked at Alex. "No need to be in awe human." Looks out the cave real quick to see the book land. "It looks like it landed on a balcony." Turns back in to go back to the spot he was in.

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Fang was grateful for the bandages. "Thank you, Red," he said to her as she finished. "Now, where exactly do you plan on taking us dragon? And you, kid, you never answered any of my questions." Fang growled at him. "Do you, Caim, or you, Warfang, know any way to stop me from changing?" Fang had been thinking while Red healed him. "If there is any way to stop me from becoming a dracowolf, we should find it."

 

OoC: As you can tell, I don't want to be a dracowolf, at least not yet.

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Red nodded a little, and crossed her arms as she watched the humans and the Dragon. She let a little growl escape her muzzle. "I don't like this. I might be able to consider two humans finding us, and MAYBE some mutant dragon that doesn't like to kill because meat upsets his stomach or something. But both of them together, within several minutes of eachother?" she growled a little bit, and switched over to werewolf-growls; a type of speech usually used to converse with regular wolves, and completely intelligible to human, dragon, or even vampire kind.

"This is getting too strange for my sense of safety. I say we eat the humans and kill the dragon. They might be who they say, but then again, all three of them could be spies. I don't think it would be prudent to leave them alive when the dragon could tell others about our position, and the humans could come with reinforcements. Remember the last time humans found out about Werewolf and Vampire kind?

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Fang nodded at what Red said. He growled back, "You've got a point. Besides, I haven't eaten human for such a long time. I'll bet you anything that they are some kind of spy." Fang winced, his wounds still paining him slightly. "Damnit," he sighed, "why am I always the one who gets hurt? Or gets in the most trouble for that matter?" He looked back at the dragon. "So all we have to trust you by is your word? And what about you humans? Your word too? Hmmph, that's not much."

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