Fallen Heroes[Eamon] Dec 28, 2017 1:20:47 GMT
Post by Ruthalla Elanan on Dec 28, 2017 1:20:47 GMT
At times, doing the right thing brings no rewards for Ruth. Being a hybrid, the prejudice easily smothers any gratitude, and that's presuming the half-dragon doesn't get saddled with the blame for all things evil. It was hardly different this time, when Ruth stood against a gaggle of bandits who decided to raid a small, secluded village. The scavengers proved more stubborn than the usual variety, not balking even after the hybrid brought fire and earth to bear.
Ruth managed to scare the ruffians off, but not without sustaining injuries from trying to keep the village-folk safe. She earned herself a broken leg, a couple of cuts that made it past the leather armor, and a number of bruises all over. She was half-drenched in blood, mostly not her own, black soot and the brown of mud and dirt tainting everything from her sword's sheathe upon her back, to the steel plates upon her arms, to even her dragon wings. Considering it was half-a-dozen to one kind of battle, she was lucky to be alive at all.
After the battle, when the bandits were well and truly gone, the warrior woman collapsed into unconsciousness. For a while, nobody approached the winged hybrid, too fearful of the way she had slung fire and earth around. Too fearful that the savage woman might turn on them next.
Eventually, the villagers did move closer to prod at the unconscious half-dragon, and not long after they decided to carry her off to the nearby healer. Ruth didn't come to until they were almost there, and it was her leg bumping against something that made the woman hiss as groggy amber eyes fluttered open. One villager under each of her arms, they flinched and froze unanimously at her reaction. Ruth could feel the following hesitation as they continued walking, and she tried to tell them to put her down, but it came out as an incoherent grumble.
Still bleary-eyed and with her head bowed, she saw her feet, those of the people carrying her, and another pair that moved out of sight as a third villager went to knock on the door. The rapping sound proved too loud for her pointy ears, her whole form twitching several times.
Ruth growled as she set her one good foot to the ground, supporting herself somewhat. "I'm up... I'm up..." The hybrid rumbled, scaly tail lashing in irritation. "Enough... with the... damn racket."