12.Dec.12, 04:35 AM
Ronarth was inconsolable. D'ren was heavily drugged most of the time, leaving his own stupor to bleed over to his dragon. While sedated, the dragon remained quiet. When D'ren was awake, however, the man's pain and confusion made Ronarth angry. The dragon's raging cries were sometimes heard booming through the Weyr, until inevitably the rider was sedated once more so the dragon would rest. It was better for both of them, but the sigh of Ronarth curled miserably against the building and whimpering as he did was difficult for many to handle.
His eyes flashed yellow as he caught sight of someone approaching him. He whimpered, body quivering for a moment. He didn't remember his specific interaction with Nejerc, but he did know they'd met before and that he liked the human. He keeps sleeping! the dragon whined, caring nothing for himself and only for his bonded.
Ronarth's condition was not critical, but he'd clearly been neglected. His hide was torn along his shoulder and the back of his neck, and he'd scraped much of his snout as well. Silvery flesh quivered painfully where the bronze hide was stripped away. He'd bled, leaving cruty residue around the wounds, but they'd mostly closed by now. He shifted his position delicately, careful not to move his shoulder and reopen the wounds. Even at a distance, one could see that infection was setting in.
It's so horrible! He hurts so badly. I don't understand why they don't make it stop! he whimpered, slowly lowering his head. And no...no...they are all afraid of me. One boy came and thought about helping me, but Tsuen ran him off. She said he wanted to kill me! But he didn't, he wanted to help me, but she wouldn't listen...
He pushed his snout forward. His eyes flashed red. It hurts....
His eyes flashed yellow as he caught sight of someone approaching him. He whimpered, body quivering for a moment. He didn't remember his specific interaction with Nejerc, but he did know they'd met before and that he liked the human. He keeps sleeping! the dragon whined, caring nothing for himself and only for his bonded.
Ronarth's condition was not critical, but he'd clearly been neglected. His hide was torn along his shoulder and the back of his neck, and he'd scraped much of his snout as well. Silvery flesh quivered painfully where the bronze hide was stripped away. He'd bled, leaving cruty residue around the wounds, but they'd mostly closed by now. He shifted his position delicately, careful not to move his shoulder and reopen the wounds. Even at a distance, one could see that infection was setting in.
It's so horrible! He hurts so badly. I don't understand why they don't make it stop! he whimpered, slowly lowering his head. And no...no...they are all afraid of me. One boy came and thought about helping me, but Tsuen ran him off. She said he wanted to kill me! But he didn't, he wanted to help me, but she wouldn't listen...
He pushed his snout forward. His eyes flashed red. It hurts....