Closed RP with Headhealerofmacusa
@headhealerofmacusa It was a terrible war - even though Newt wasn't fighting in it, he knew from his brother's letters just how horrible it was. But it was hard working with the dragons as well... or more specifically, the other researchers. Dragons were easy enough to understand, but the other humans were infinitely more complex. It was also clear that they didn't respect the dragons, either. They felt superior, and it was clear that they were only doing the research for the money, rather than passion. That was why he wasn't surprised when a group of young men decided to provoke one - a mother that had just lost her son to sickness - just for fun. They were scaring it, keeping it trapped in the back of the cave she was mourning in, and taunting it. It was horrifying. When Newt finally got them out, and worked to calm her, she was too scared and wound up. She did what any scared creature did - she lashed out. Newt couldn't stop himself from crying out in pain as he was thrown backwards, claw marks raked across his chest and immediately beginning to bleed heavily - at least the group had the decency to get him back to the camp, though things were looking grim by the time they arrived. He'd slipped out of consciousness, his chest rising and falling quickly and shallowly with raspy, weak breaths.
