Lyria and Neco

Lyria and Neco.

A lone figure limps along the mountainside, falling to his knees. Wounded badly and losing blood, he knows that if he doesn't find help soon, he will die. However, he cannot return from the way he came, as a fierce battle wages, and he will be killed if he does. So, continuing as the prospect of dieing seems less and less alien to him, he looks up to see a small lake. Making his way to it, he drinks from it. After the ripples in the water subside, he glances at his reflection. Surprisingly, his face isn't hurt that bad. His black scales still hold their luster, his eyes crimson red, with a small black dot as a pupil. Smiling a little, revealing his white, razor-like teeth a little, he shakes his head a little. He is a Black Half dragon warrior, injured in the battle of Kragger's Canyon. Looking up, he finds himself looking at a small house. Sighing, as it probably houses humans, he shrugs, thinking, 'What's the worst they can do, kill me? I'm gonna die if I don't get help soon anyways.' Slowly making his way to the home, using his sword as a crutch, he knocks lightly on the door, then falls to the ground, passing out, the door opening as his vision fades away, two human feet standing there...

The Half dragon had fleeting memories of waking for short amounts of time, seeing something that looked like a human female above him, treating his wounds...

The halfdragon opens his eyes, looking at a wooden ceiling. Shifting his eyes so his head doesn't move, he finds himself staring at a flickering flame. casting shadows against the walls. But that's not what caught his eye, what did catch his interest was the figure of a human female sitting in front of the fire, quietly humming to herself as she sews what looks like a large shirt. Closing his eyes quickly as she looks up at him, she giggles softly and says softly, "Fear not, halfdragon, for I am no threat to you." Opening his eyes, the Half dragon says, "Where am I?" Standing and walking over to him, the woman says, "In the Herinian Mountains. My family's lived up here for as long as I can remember." A slightly sullen look comes over her face when she mentions her family, "They passed away some time ago.", she says, then brightens up, "Well, at least it's not boring around here." Placing her hand on his shoulder, he finds her fingers touching his scales. Blinking a few times, he raises his hand, lifting the blankets covering him, seeing that he is naked underneath. Looking at her, he says, "Where are my clothing and armor? And my weapon?" She smiles a little, "Your armor is in the storage shed. As for your clothing, I had to throw them out due to the amount of blood that had soaked in them. And your weapon is with your armor." "How far is the shed?", he says, starting to sit up, but is immediately pushed back down onto the bed, both by the woman, and the agonizing pain that came from what felt like every part of his body. "Two things: One, the shed is connected to the house. Two, you can't get up. You're far too wounded for that." Sighing, he nods and says, "How long have I been out?" "About four days.", she says, "So, Mr. Half dragon, what's your name? I'm Lyria." He nods, "Neco.", closing his eyes, falling back asleep.