They hurt you with those weapons. [Damen gathers him into his arms easily and finds a spot of soft grass, a little yard, to gently lower him down, curling his tail around him for Laurent to rest against. When he looks at the extent of his wounds, he feels another fresh wave of anger; his beautiful wing shot full of small holes. If they weren't all dead already, they would suffer. He can feel the fangs in his mouth dripping venom even still.
It's a simple matter to unpin his chiton and let it drop. There is little exposed that needs to be covered, these days, save for his bare chest - from the waist down, he is undulating, smooth scales in red and white and gold. He tears strips from the fabric for bandaging.] Are you hurt anywhere else?
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It's a simple matter to unpin his chiton and let it drop. There is little exposed that needs to be covered, these days, save for his bare chest - from the waist down, he is undulating, smooth scales in red and white and gold. He tears strips from the fabric for bandaging.] Are you hurt anywhere else?