Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20171003004547/@comment-27070860-20180418174957

Mari hummed quietly as he examined Essca’s wound. The sand dragon was passed out, either from pain or sleeplessness. It was better this way, he wouldn’t have to look at the bloody mess that was covering him.

The whistling dragon cleaned the wounds and pretty much did everything he could with his limited number of tools. All that was left was to cut of some of the already dead flesh that was threatening to only bother the older reptile.

Grabbing a pair of scissors strong enough to cut through dragon scales along with some cleaning supplies, Mari got read to finish off the last necessary step to tidying up the whole mess.