Epidemic of Epic Proportions

Basically, there's a sickness that's going around and it effects every dragon. A fatal sickness. The healers are working frantically to try and save their own tribes. But it's not working. They need to work together and put everything they have to the test.
Symptoms of the disease: Dizziness, nausea, really high fever, faintness, blacking out occasionally, loss of memory, disorientation, mood swings, and-if not treated-death.
You can be a dragon that is currently infected, getting sick, gets sick, doesn't get sick at all and helps the healers, or-if someone's brave enough-kill that character. All healers who wish to join, can. Dragons need all the help they can get.
We need plot, so I'm giving plot. Let's put a min of 100 words to keep it interesting.

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Shine hung her head in sadness and shame as the Seawing in front of her finally grew still, and the blue eyes glazed over for the last time. She swallowed and turned back to the family members waiting anxiously outside. “I’m sorry.” She whispered, and watched the hope fall from the faces. “He’s gone.” She whispered, then flinched visibly as the fallen dragon’s mate snarled at her.
“Gone? You said you could cure him! You said he’d be fine! You said you could save him!”
Shine snarled back a reply, her uneven and unstable temper lashing out at the female. “You think I didn't try? I tried everything I could, but there’s nothing I could do! Nothing was working!”
The female didn’t relent. “What about those fancy powers of yours? Did you try those?”
Shine balked at the question and looked away. She hadn't. She would have, and it would have guaranteed his recovery, but it would have meant the loss of the healer for a time being. And she couldn't leave them now. Not when the sickness was spreading like wildfire. “No.” She murmured.
“No?! You didn't try everything then, did you?!” The female screeched, launching into a rant. Shine took the hits mutely, to ashamed to defend herself. This was the third dragon within two weeks. And more were still falling ill.

(This is a perfect excuse to open the group afterlife, Shine. You are an official genius! )

(Yay! my idea was used! Thanks Shine! This sounds like a illness in the brain, so it could also cause memory loss as an early symptom. Just a suggestion.)

Scourge felt dizzy and nauseous, he couldn't walk in a straight line, much less fly. He was heading towards the Icewing kingdom, only, he was instead flapping low against the waves, struggling not to fall in. He had no idea how he got there, he just sort of... ended up there. He eventually crashed on an island near the sea, the ever-present stench of blood wafted around him. The crash could have knocked him out, but really, he fainted before he crashed, and therefore did not hear the distant flap of wings.

Jade had been flying, not to far from the island Scourge had fainted on, when she smelled blood. Flying over to the site, she found Scourge with a broken leg and a cut on his head. "Clumsy idiot." scoffed Jade. Picking him up, she carried him to the Seawing palace to find help. Jade soared through the palace and dropped him at the entrance to the healers den. (Is the entrance above or below water?)

(No prob! And sure, I'll add it. There are two palaces. Considering that Shine seems to be the only active healer right now, she's in the one with an above-water entrance.)

Shine looked up as a guard ran towards her, calling loudly. "Your Highness!"
The healer snarled at the guard, making him freeze. "Idiot!" She snapped. "I told you not to come over here! We can't have you getting sick!" She hissed, brushing the still-ranting female off and meeting him halfway there. "Now, what is it?" She grumped.
It says something for Shine's nerves that she didn't correct the guard on calling her 'Your Highness' and her harsh voice.
The guard noticed both, and the dragon swallowed before continuing. "Th-there's an Earthwing outside. She's got a dragon with her-rouge I think, he's unconscious and-."
He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence, as Shine was already racing towards the entrance to meet Jadespine and her cargo. She immediately recognized the symptoms and called loudly. "Get away from him!" Shine slid to a stop next to the prone dark dragon, and put herself between him and the Earthwing. "Don't touch him." She panted, oddly out of breath despite the short run. Well, not too odd, considering her short legs and clumsiness on land.

// Well I better make an appearance //

Ark was busy with Atlas and the others trying to control the tribe setting up a quarantine, it was chaos, if the infection where to spread it would destroy families. Of course Ark was worried for his family, especially his hatchlings who where still too young. After most of the day setting up the quarantine he went to investigate how Shine was doing, maybe his healing powers could help, he had to stop this infection from spreading.

Rushing into the palace area where Shine was treating the sick, he spotted her with an EarthWing and what seemed to be a rouge. stopping just before them he gasped and noticed the rouge was also sick, "Shine! the quarantine has been setup, you need some help? maybe my healing powers can help"

Jade heard the warning, and staggered away from him. She felt a little off, and it showed, she was greatly unbalanced, and already felt like throwing up. She fell forward into the another Seawing that was staggering towards the healers den. (I'm gonna make him up so Scourge can kill him.) "Uh! WATCH IT!" he snarled. "Who's that idiot?" he asked, pointing to Scourge who was just getting up.

Scourge may have been weak, but so was the Seawing, who had to sit down before he blacked out. "I am your doom, ocean fool." hissed Scourge. He tried to attack the Seawing, but staggered sideways. The Seawing, who's name was Potato Surf, was unconscious.

Shine turned to Arkhor, eyes widening again. "Ark! Thanks Shardas you're here. Be careful, but I need you to help heal the dragons near the back of the room. They're the worst. Your powers might not be able to completely heal them, but it'll give me more time to heal them with something else." She answered, then turned to the small dragon in front of her. Before her attention was caught by the Earthwing. She groaned. It was highly contagious, and she immediately ordered Jadespine to the room with the other dragons, while she could still walk. She then returned her attention to the black dragon, only for it to be diverted-again-by another Seawing staggering in, and collapsing. She hissed in frustration, before turning to Arkhor. "On second thought, bring him-" She indicated the Seawing- "to the sickbay with you." Then she bent down and grabbed the dark dragon, beginning to bring him back to room.

Grima was walking in the middle of a blizzard. The winds were so strong it knocked a few trees down here and there, not that you could really see the trees. The blowing hail and snow made it hard to see much of anything. She didn't know where she was walking to or why she was walking in the first place, she just knew she had to get to her destination. Her thoughts were clouded and muddy. The only clear thought in her head was her wondering why she felt so warm in such an environment and why the world seemed to swaying and spinning. She felt as if she almost fell over with each step she took, and as if every time she stepped forward she changed directions. She let out a roar hoping that someone would help her. She couldn't remember where she was or how she'd gotten there. It looked like she was in Icewings territory, but something seemed off about the place.She wished she could just get rid of the confusion that was fogging her mind. She took another step, but was blown to the left by the strong winds. She stumbled for a bit and struggle to gain some stability so she could continue walking forward, but why? What the the point in all of this? Where was she trying to go and why did she care about getting there so much? Why should she care? With those muddy thoughts in her mind she let the wind push her down. She closed her eyes for a second and when she opened them she noticed the trees seemed to get bigger around her. She wanted to look around and investigate what happened, but she no longer had the energy to move. She greatly wished the blizzard would cool her sizzling body down, but the harsh winds only made her feel even hotter. She layed there for a wile hoping someone would find her, but nobody did. She tried to once again call for help, but she only managed a soft groan. It was pointless, she as going to die there, but death didn't really seem that bad. She couldn't find any reason to fight it, as her mind was blank. What's my name again? Where did I come from? Just who am I? She closed her eyes, hoping that she could find some answers in her dreams.

(By the way. There's no blizzard and the trees didn't actually get bigger. Grima's just hallucinating.)

Ark nodded, "Alright.." walking over the collapsed SeaWing, frowning at seeing his tribesmen who where barely clinging onto life. Grabbing the limp dragon, he placed him on his shoulder taking him to the inner chamber. Finally entering the room he gazed upon the amount of his tribe infected, it sent a chill down his spine, shocked at how the infection has spread to so many.

Dropping the SeaWing with the others he glanced towards Shine, he began to worry for her, after all she has been in contact with a lot of infected. walking up to her he asked "Shine are you alright?" and started to prepare to help heal them.

Frostflare dizzy, and clueless to what was going on. She trudged forwards, quickly to run away. She flapped her wings, and held her breath, trying to fly out of the flooding cave. Her wings proven powerless, and she had run out of air in her lungs. Life was barely clinging on, but she would rather much drowned then get caught by shadow. Frostflare swung her legs back and fourth, rapidly, and lifelessly at the same time. Shadow was catching up, his red eyes glowing in the water's deep. Frostflare Bashed her head up against the roof, trying her best to make a hole to escape, a place to breath, but the water was taking her in, and shadow was getting restless. He clawed at her thighs, and screamed a horrible hiss to try to get her afraid. Frostflare began to bleed from her skull. Her eyes got lazy as her sight began to blur. Her eyelids slowly began to crawl over her eyes. Then, at least wanting to get the sense of "escape", she clawed at the roof of the cave with her front claws. They screeched against the harsh rock that was slowly fading away. Suddenly, a bright light filled Frostflare's shut eyes. She managed to pull herself out of the tunnel, taking a gasp for air while coughing up water out of her lungs. A chill quickly filled her body. She looking around to see snow everywhere, yet a harsh blizzard was about, and the tree's seemed enormous. Her thighs bleed rapidly as it stained the snow. She got dizzy again, and collapsed, but herd a soft voice. Not just any voice, a voice from shadow. "Don't break so easily, I just wanted to play.." it mocked as Frostflare fell unconscious in seawing territory.
(BTW Frost a hallucinating. Just making that clear.)

Solstice heard Frost thrashing wildly in her den. She appeard beside her leader and pawed at her, "Are you okay?"The icy dragoness asked. Her first instinct was a mixture of moss, and with how hot Frost's forehead felt, feverfew. She got the plants quickly and went outside for a moment to dampen the moss. Frostflare needed to cool down. She returned and put the moss on Frostflare's forehead, grabbing a large dragon sized blanket and putting it near Frostflare kn case she needed it. "Froost, wake up." She said loudly and pawed and poked at Frost. Not the best way to be woken up, but the IceWing leader was freaking out.

Frostflare viciously thrashed and turned as shadow attacked her. He bit at her chest, and clawed at her face. She tried to kick it, but he had no physical form. Frostflare rolled, trying to get away. Crawling slowly dust flew into her face, and burned her eyes. She screamed with pain as her sight got dreary, and the world began to spin faster then ever. She lunged forwards with her jaws wide open to snap at a tree that could possibly get used to thrust herself forwards, but there was no hope. She could do nothing, except for crawl, and attempt to run away. She moved her head up to see "Grima" laying down in the snow thrashing and turning. Frostflare crawled faster, trying to save her little sister. Shadow then leaped in front of her and whispered. "Not so fast little child." Frostflare charged through him at swung her wings so that she could move to her sister faster. The world then began to shake, everything seemed to rumble, as a sudden light appeared. Frostflare looked up to see Solstice. She moaned as she got up to stretch. "I had a bad dream, a really bad dream, but I'm so confused. I couldn't understand what anything meant." She told the healer. Nothing was wrong with frost, all she had was a simple, and common stressing nightmare, which just gave her a small headache.

Hanging around the infirmary was none other then Rayla, who, being the rambunctious, hard-to-control, curious, hot-headed adventurer she was, had decided to visit the sick dragons, her ignorance that came with youth blinding her from seeing the real danger that came with visiting an infirmary full of sick -- and possibly dead - dragons. Since she had only just heard of this disease, Rayla's reaction had been that of any imaginative child looking for some adventure. She had jumped up on a rock and declared she would go fight the virus, or die trying. Then she had started pouncing around the room out of excitement, almost stepping on Mr. Flame, and eventually ramming right into Thirahan, in which case they had engaged in a friendly match of wrestling. Then Rayla had gotten distracted and had forgotten about the sickness entirely, just doing what trainees did best, which was playing, hunting, and training. It wasn't actually till today that she remembered what she had quote-on-quote "Vowed" to do. She had been reminded when she had been walking down the corridor and heard that a dragon had died. Enraged, Rayla charged toward the infirmary, thinking it must have been some sort of assault or something. When she got there she was greatly disappointed by what she saw, which was a bunch of dragons lying in beds. Seeing no reason not to leave, she had decided to stay around, and that's how she was reminded of the illness, which was the reason she was hanging around the infirmary.

Letting out a howl of excitement, aided by the fact she had no idea what she was doing, Rayla darted over to the room full of anxious families, barking at them like a dog, and making them all jump. Giggling, she then spun around and darted back into the infirmary, leaping onto one of the beds and bouncing around, letting out shrieks of excitement before rolling over and wizzing into another room. This room had sick dragons. Purring, she jumped over to the dragons, then realized she didn't look professional and darted away. She zipped into the room the medical dragons stored herbs, and grabbed a mouthful of stuff, including brightly colored flowers, shades of yellow(Marigold and Goldenrod), some green stuff(Thyme), and a bunch of berries (Juniper berries). She had no idea what these were or what they did, but at least she was being helpful! And besides, they were all medicine, right? Well, that was where she was wrong.

Shooting back into the room at top speed, she dropped the berries in front of one of the sick patients. Some point while she had been zipping around she had grabbed a doctor's hat to make her look professional. The patient was too sick to argue as Rayla started smashing random leaves onto his shoulder, thinking she was being very helpful at the moment. Then she grabbed some water and mixed the water with thyme and goldenrod, before giving it to the patient. "Here, drink!" she cooed with enthusiasm, and shoved the water down his throat, humming to herself as she thought about medicine things.

Running away from that patient, she shot toward the door, humming and cooing as she raced back to the room to get more medicine stuff, including another hat, and maybe something to cover her flippers as well...... that was, until she started feeling dizzy. Shaking her head, she went back to the room, scooping up pointless ingredients, and heading back to the patients, though not as enthusiastic as before. She was still humming to herself, however. When she got there, she let out a yawn, rubbing the supplies absently at the patient.

Yawning again, her eyes half-open, she muttered to herself, "Ugh, I'm tired...." she began to feel faint, and the room began spinning. Needing to lie down, she crawled out of the room and slipped into a hot pool, her gills relaxing as the water rushed through them. For some reason Rayla felt like vomiting. Groaning, she rolled onto her back. The room was spinning now, and the water felt too hot. Crawling out of the water, she rolled up on a linen bed, groaning as pain shot through her head. Maybe she had eaten one to many fish while breakfast had taken place.....

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt while thrashing?" She asks. "Also, Frostflare, I was wondering. Are you dizzy, overheated, nauseated, and have you had any mood swings?" Solstice had very well learnt the symtpoms of the virus from trying to heal a few dragons with it. Solstice was a new healer, and despite the fact that she hadn't been there for long, she was trying her best. Solstice's mouth was covered in an ice-cloth mix. Should she inhale anything or touch her face, she would get sick. A healer getting sick, well, that's not something that you want to happen. What if the leaders caught the illness? Terrible.. the entire tribe would be out of balance. Death. Craziness. Solstice hoped to Shardas that this plauge would be over soon. Hopefully, it was just something the common flu. With dragons dying.

The dragoness nodded. "I'm fine, Arkhor." She answered after setting down the black dragon. "I'm not too worried about myself. My powers should protect me." At least for a while. She finished the sentence silently. With the sickness as bad as it was, she wouldn't be surprised if she got sick later. But-for now-she was fine. She turned to Arkhor. "Can you hold down the fort for a while? I'm gonna go to the other tribes and see if the other healers have had any luck curing it, or if they're having the same issue." She then turned curiously to the infirmary, and rushed in, in time to see a small, blue dragon roll over. "Arkhor." She croaked. "Y-You need to get in here."

Her vision began getting blurred, and when she tried to stand up everything shook. After a while she just stopped trying to stand up, and lied down on her stomach, panting. Wow, she thought, those fish must have packed a bigger punch then she had realized... little did she know it wasn't the fish that was causing the illness and nausea, but rather a much more fatal disease. Rayla had never gotten sick before, so she didn't know what it was suppose to feel like, therefore she didn't realize that she had caught something. And unlike other sicknesses, this disease didn't stay minute, and immediately took action on her body, dealing more damage then she would have expected. It was almost as if a dragon had smacked her upside the head then had dunked her in a pit of boiling water, before almost instantly throwing her into a blizzard of ice. She was shivering yet also sweating. She had done this before, but never on the kind of scale she was right now. Her scales were flaky, and the ones around her eyes and mouth were being drained of color. Her skin had white splotches on it from where bacteria was eating away at her body. Her eyelids were half closed, and she felt very tired all of a sudden.

As she lay down on the linen bed, she heard a voice, and her eyes opened just enough to see Shiningwater, the healer of the SeaWings, and SeaWing queen. Shaking her head and trying to stand, Rayla stood up, her legs wobbling as she tried to gain balance, and looked over at Shine, who had a shocked look on her face. Rayla smiled at Shine, then said energetically despite her status, "Hey Shine! Guess what, I helped heal the dragons! Aren't you proud of me?" she said, smiling and sitting down, looking quite pleased with herself. But suddenly she had a fit of coughing, and held her paw up to her mouth. To the SeaWing healer's shock, instead of mucus she coughed up blood, which spat onto her paw, drooling out of her mouth. The SeaWing trainee was beginning to feel light headed again.

Shine stood-dumbfounded-for a moment as she tried to process the trainee's words, then as she coughed up blood. Shine's shock was evident on her face, and she whipped around, hollering. "Arkhor! Get your butt in here! That's an order!" She snarled, then turned back to the trainee, and picked her up gently by the scruff, before bringing her to another bed and setting her down, equally as gently. She then gave the trainee a sad look and sat down. She sighed sadly. "Rayla...You're sick. Bad. I need you to stay here, and don't get off the bed." Shine knew of the hatchling's rebellious tenancy, and her gaze and voice grew hard. "I mean it. Don't move. Your Dad will be in here to watch you, but don't move if you want to get better." She ordered, then returned to yelling at her lieutenant. "Arkhor! Seriously! Get your scaley blue butt in here!"

((Mood Swing much? ))

As Ark was helping the others, he noticed Shine rush over to a smaller dragon. Interested he dashed after within a few seconds he realized who it was, it made his heart sink gasping from the shock continuing to dash over he nuzzled her snout, "Oh Ray..... why where you in here...." he frowned at the sight of his daughter laying on the bed, turning towards Shine "We need to find a way to stop this...." he spoke with a saddened voice. Within a few moments she began to cough, spotting the blood he knew he had to act before it was too late.

Soon she fainted but Ark managed to catch her before falling down, using his powers he hold her with his paws as they began to glow. Water around his body started to flow towards his front paws, his face focused on healing or at least slowly the infection. The signs of infection began to fade but small patches remained, he couldn't fully remove the infection. Finishing up Ark felt slightly weaker, placing Rayla back on the bed he began to wonder how long it slowed the infection. Turning back towards Shine he responded "Yeah thats fine Shine, we need to find a way to stop this other wise this will end up destroying the tribe"

// What should the virus/infection be called? //

Shine watched Arkhor's healing powers with something akin to envy. Yes, she had healing powers too, but to do so would cost her days of time being unconscious, lots of strength, and possibly her memory. None of which were desirable. She nodded to her lieutenant, and-leaving a few last instructions to keep everyone away from the sickbay, and the procedures necessary to hold off and slow the disease-she leapt out of the palace and opened her wings, hoping they would carry her at least a little ways.
She finally allowed herself to stop at the Icewing's territory, after having searched most other tribes and finding plenty of infected, but no healers. She landed heavily in the snow and coughed, due to-what she assumed and hoped-a few snowflakes going down her throat. She straightened and shivered, stepping forward, and immediately sinking deep into the snow up to her chin. She paused for a moment, swearing, before floudering to the nearest den and cave she saw, and found Solstice already there with FrostFlare. She stepped in the cave, shivering. "H-Hey, S-solstice." She greeted through chattering teeth. "H-How're th-things up h-here?" She was clearly talking about the sickness.

(I dunno why.. but this rp somehow reminds me of the Ebola disease going on around the world..)

Azlvetta was in shock. There was a new disease going on near the SeaWings territory. She HAD to help; it would make her feel a bit guilty that she was a healer and decided not to help. She hurried and flew over to the seas and went over to the palace where it was above water. Knowing the healer Shiningwater, she stepped into the den. Once inside, Azl gasped. There were many sick dragons in bed, some dead. There were also a few hatchlings. "Shine? The name is Azlvetta. I'm gonna help, and you are not going to reject my offer." Usually she would introduce herself properly and be all kind and stuff, but this disease was too harmful and Azl needed to help. She also saw Sol there, and saw that she was helping out also. Azl then went over to a little, blue trainee. She felt her forehead; it had a high fever. "This trainee isn't going to survive long if we don't reduce her fever. I'm gonna go to my territory. We have a lot of herbs to reduce a fever. I'll be back." She left the SeaWings without a response from the healer and hurried to return to get ther herbs.

It wasn't long before she returned with batches of the herbs. She dropped them in front of Shine and picked one up to give to the little hatchling. Her fever had gotton worse. Luckily, Azl got the ones that are like lotion and if you rub against the scales, the fever will reduce. She gently applied it onto the hatchling and waited. Then she turned to Shine and said kindly to her, "I'm sorry if I was being rude to you earlier. I heard that you are healer and a queen," she dipped her head, "I'm sorry. Anyways, can you help me with the others?"

(I am currently out cold according to Arkhor, so somebody has to heal me before I summon Kid. )

Ark was busy watching Rayla in case he needed to heal her again... not wanting to lose her he hoped Shine would return with good news. Since he couldn't do much to help the other SeaWings he made sure that they where comfortable, after all his healing powers cannot stop the plague, healing the damaged areas would only prolong suffering...

After what seemed to be forever he spotted Rayla twitch, nuzzling her snout with a worried look, she started to become more active. "Ray! I'm here... are you in pain?" he asked hoping for answer.

((Looks like Solstice sorta opted out. Shine didn't leave due to Azl coming in.))
((Also, I'm giving Shine a pet. :3 Sorta a side-story to this one, but the sickness still takes priority.))

Shine turned to leave, when a Lightwing she did not recognize burst through the palace doors. She immediately worried that the Lightwing was sick, until she realized that this dragon was healthy. Then she opened her mouth to call out a warning about the sick dragons. And the Lightwing was gone. She closed her mouth, staring at the retreating form of the dragon with wonder. Then she immediately shrugged it off and headed into the lower part of the palace, the part that was filled with water, to her seaplants herb garden. She had two different ones, in two different rooms. She had one for the surface herbs that she could use, and one for the underwater herbs she could use.
However, when she reached her stash, he was met with quite the surprise.
The healer rushed forward, yelping. "Get out of there!" She snarled, lunging at the catfish.
The small fish looked up, long whiskers twitching. The cat-like fish leapt away, webbed paws and fish tail making for an easy swim. Black scales and red eyes gleamed playfully, and Shine followed it angrily.
The game continued for a few minuted, before the large fish finally tired of the game, and retreated into the long kelp. The dragoness growled angrily, and leapt into the kelp after it, her paws meeting their mark. She pinned the fish down, and surveyed it curiously. It was completely black, with the occasional shiny blue scattered around it's chest, more concentrated around the muzzle. It was about the size of her head, small in comparison to her, large for a catfish. It had large red eyes, and four longs whiskers coming from the side of its muzzle, two on each side. Two much shorter ones sprouted from above each eye on the eyebrow, and large ears pricked curiously. It had four webbed feet, and a curiously long fish tail. Shine couldn't help but be reminded of a dragon she had once loved, and couldn't bring herself to hurt it. She sighed, stepping back and away from it, before turning and gathering the herbs she needed, and started back to the surface. The fish followed. She walked up into the halls. The fish followed clumsily. She returned to the sickbay, and the fish made its way onto her back, before settling between her wings and making an odd bubbling purr. She smiled, then turned as the Lightwing came out of the sickbay, where she seemed to have helped the infected dragons. Shine dipped her head as Azl introduced herself, then replied kindly. "Yes, that's me. Shiningwater, Seawing Healer and Queen. And I would love the help." She answered, then handed the dragoness the sopping herbs. "These seemed to be working the best, though they aren't completely curing it." She said, returning her attention to the other dragons. The catfish on her back continued to purr.

Frost got up and replied to solstice. "No, my head just hurts a little bit. Maybe from thrashing. I think just putting my head in some snow should be good. Don't worry, I'll be fine. Anyways, I'm going to go to the other tribes to seee how they are doing. First the seawings, so cya later." She ran out of the cave and leaped out so that she could fly forwards to the territory of the Seawings. Luckily for her there wasn't a blizzard, and it was summer, so harsh weather wasn't likely to get in her way. When she had been flying for a while and deided to go down to the forest, frostflare had saw a large black dragon, not any dragon, but her little sister. Grima. She immediatly flew down to be beside her, she knew that she needed help and fast. The seawing territiory was near, so she had froze a thick layer of ice on the ground so that she could slide grima onto the beach. She pushed the warm unconcious body forwards, it was heavy as ever. If Frostflare was lucky she might slid down a hill into the sand. She gave out a raor of disstress hoping that somebody would hear her and come to her aid. She loved grima to death, but her being such a large dragon made her hard to pull, and push to safety.

Grima was slowly slipping back into the world of the conscious. She felt a cold, hard substance beneath her body and wondered what it was. She tried to open her eyes, but she didn't have the energy to so she just layed there and listened to all of the surrounding noises. She could hear the calming tweeting of the birds and rusting of the leaves, but she could also hear many overlapping whispers as if the forest itself was talking to her. She tried to make out what they were saying, but she could only reconise a word or two. Each time she thought she heard a word the voice that she heard speak it seemed eerily familiar, but it was never the same person. They were constantly changing from old to young and male to female and she could never quite pinpoint who's voice it was that she heard. One time she could make out one of the voices calling her name. When she heard this she tried to put all of her energy into responding, but her body wouldn't move despite her efforts and all that came out of her was a low, quiet rumble.