DWC Day 6 - Hurt
TW: injuries (mainly burns)
Zhiadormi was panting as she dispatched another primalist. She came to the Azure Span in a hurry to help once she got the news that Fyrakk's minions swarmed the area. She was far from the only one, with mortals, dracthyr and even a few other dragons joined in to beat them back.
That was a few hours ago, and despite giving their all, it felt futile. No matter how many Zhia finished with her claws or shortswords, another two popped up to take the place of the fallen. No matter how many she used her time magic on to make them relieve their worst fears, the incidents that caused them the worst pain in their lives, there were still too many.
"Damn it...!"
She was too distracted to notice another primalist swinging at her, sending the bronze dragon to the ground after a hasty parry.
Before her assailant could try another attack, the swing of a familiar claymore entered her field of vision and took care of him.
"Sam!" Zhia exclaimed happily, accepting the helping hand the worgen offered to pull her up.
"Come on, did you really think I'd miss all the fun?
The sudden increase in temperature cut their reunion short.
"Weak playthings of the Titans! Burn!"
"Shit, that's Fyrakk! We must leave, now!" Samantha cursed as the massive proto-drake was getting too close for comfort.
"Leave me here. I'm too exhausted to even transform." Zhia panted after a really short run.
"No way, I'll carry you if I have to!" The worgen shifted, but jumped at the bronze dragon instead of picking her up.
A massive blast of fire shook the ground where the pair was standing previously.
They landed in a heap. Sam groaned, blinking her eye as she tried to sit up... only to find Zhia out cold and a wall of shadowflame blocking their path of escape.
She had to act fast, while the incarnate was distracted by something else.
'Shit! Maybe I could make the jump unscatched by myself, but...'
Any tree she could try to climb was already aflame. A glance at the unconscious bronze was enough to steel Sam's resolve.
She quickly wrapped Zhia in her cloak and lifted her up in her arms.
One deep breath. Two. Them jump.
Samantha screamed.
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„Ughhh…” A groan escaped Zhiadormi as she came round. Her head was throbbing and it took effort to will her eyes open. Her left one slowly blinked, but her right wouldn’t budge.
She tried to raise a hand to check it, but found her limbs constricted. The bronze was wrapped up in a piece fo cloth, probably a cloak, like a bundle.
'Wait, this looks like Sam's... Fyrakk! Sam!'
The rush of memories would have made Zhia fall were she standing at that moment.
A whimper from her blind right made the head of the bronze snap in that direction.
Samantha was sprawled on the ground not too far from her, back in human form and breathing heavily, eye closed.
Zhia quickly freed herself and slowly staggered to the worgen's side. She had to stifle a gasp at the state of Sam's legs. The bandages were applied haphazardly and the bronze could spot burned skin peeking out here and there.
"Oh Sam..." The dragon knelt, gently wiping the sweat from the warrior's forehead.
"Ungh... Zhia...? Sorry for... the rough landing. Migh've... dropped you by... accident. Your... normal wink... suits you better." The worgen's eye flickered open, a glowed finger brushing against the bump on the bronze's eyebrow, making her wince.
"Sam, why did you do this?" Zhia ignored the jibe, asking a question instead in a pained voice, concern obvious on her face.
"Fyrakk would... have roasted us... alive. I had to try." The worgen groaned before adding "So I tried... to jump over. Almost... succeded, too."
"You're a fool, you should have left me there!"
"Nah... owe you... too many favors. Wanted to... even the scale... a bit."
Zhia just shook her head, ignoring the fresh wave of pain the action brought and cupped the worgen's cheek.
"You owed me nothing from the moment you almost died at the Temporal Conflux." She leaned in to place a kiss on Sam's forehead.
"Even so..."
"Hush now. Just rest, and I'll get you out of here after I catch my breath." Zhia kissed her cheek this time, her heart beating faster, getting a small huff and a smile in return before the worgen closed her eye again.
The bronze wanted nothing more than to use her magic to revert the time of Sam's wounds. Temporary as the solution was, it would have spared her much pain until they could find a healer. A pity she was too spent for that.
Taking her original dragon form was far less taxing, so she would shift the moment she would be able do so. Anything to get Sam proper help as soon as possible.
The wall of shadowflame still stood on the other side of the rocky outcropping Sam hid themselves behind.
Zhia sighed and returned to the worgen's side. She had a few first aid supplies as well. She took to change the old bandages and wrap the new ones properly on Samantha's legs and feet, giving the worgen a lap pillow as a reward.
"Just a few more minutes, and we will out of here." The bronze whispered while running her fingers through the warrior's hair.
"I believe you..."
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