Out in the Woods (Part I)

Randomly I write passages that have no meaning and are just reaction to something that is going on in my life.  I will start posting some of these writings.  Some are probably real, most are likely fiction. Most will be out of context, and will make little sense but enjoy.

-Fletcher

This Series is called Needri and Ivy out in the Woods.  These are short passages that come straight out of my imagination or at least my imagined interaction I have with a dragon companion I have named Ivy, while playing Pathfinder with some friends.   For a bit more context, Needri is a gnome ranger, and Ivy is a wyrmling copper dragon.

Needri and Ivy out in the Woods

Part 1.

This beautiful dragon was a mess.  We came upon her when she was at her worst.  She was bleeding all over, her claws were all broken, it appeared by both her trying to escape and from someone taking a strongly wielded hammer to them.  Her wings were clipped, she had no teeth, and a massive injury to her head.  That was all you could tell from and cursory look.  ‘that was all you could tell’ give me a break, there were more injuries than most people would ever see on anything that isn’t currently being eaten by the crows.  After delving her a bit more I knew that she was also very sick, tired, and as is not surprising, she was very shaken and scared.  She had to be helped.  I knew that I had to be careful and that she would not trust me much.  I was cautious, with Nani to support me, we gave the dragon some steak of which we soak a healing potion in.  As scared as the dragon was, she was also to the point of starvation and she ravenously ate the steak. “I want to rescue you” I told her.  She seemed confused and not completely lucid.  I opened the cage and slowly reaching in.  She bit me… ‘Nice job Needri, stick your arm into a cage with an injured scared dragon, what do you think is going to happen’ I thought to myself.  Understanding how terrified all injured things can be I did not strike out at her, nor did I pull away.  My armor would protect me for she was missing her claws and teeth.  I spoke softly to her, “I will never hurt you little one. You are scared and injured.  Let me help you. You are a beautiful creature, the image of Hlal herself.”  She seemed shocked by the last remark, let go of my arm, looked into my eyes and though scared and not sure what would happen she said, “Help…” and collapsed from exhaustion.