WALK SOFTLY OVER THERE — DESTRUCTION OF THE KHANATE

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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]It was done. Felt damn good too. Lucerys was returning to BlizzardClan territory now, his pale wings stretched out far as he glided through the open air. The edges of his expansive wings had been charred dark by the defenders, but considering he had slaughtered them all with relative ease, the Targaryen was hardly concerned with his flesh wounds. The Khanate had been easy pickings - they were nomads in their own territory with no permanent camp structure. The warriors had come at him first, and he had mowed them down with fire before turning his attention onto the leader, the bold Temjulin, who had once sought so stubbornly to wage war against the Exiles. Temjulin had had to go of course. And after the leader was taken out, Lucerys had turned his attention onto the women, children and elderly. He hadn't prolonged their suffering - he wasn't a sadist in contrast to whatever others might believe - but their ends had nevertheless been violent, hot, and painful. But their screams had stirred no remorse in him.


    Settling into the campgrounds, the massive dragon glanced around. "Are there any medics nearby? I got into an accident."
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    [fancypost=width:50%; text-align:justify; font-size:9; font-family:georgia;]"Present and accounted for," Lottie would announce as she quickly made her way up to Lucery's, looking him over quickly for what injuries that he bore. Lottie hadn't had much experience tending to dragons, so to say, but she knew how to treat burns at the very least. Though his burns seemed worse than many cases she had seen, she knew it probably wasn't a lost cause, giving him a warm smile as she pulled off her bag and began to dig through it for what she needed. "How long ago did these burns happen?" It would be a good indicator of how much damage was done. "Can you still feel that area where they were burned?" It was clear he had come from a battle, though Lottie didn't dare ask what.
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    This was the firs time that Jacob would see Lucerys with his glasses on. Last time, the dragon had sort of just looked like an extremely large blob which had been rather confusing to Jacob. He had actually thought he was some sort of inanimate object the first time he saw him up until he started speaking but now it was clear that this was a creature of intelligence and not an inanimate object of any sort. These glasses really were quite helpful. He'd never been able to see anything clearly but now he was rather happy with his quality of vision. When he heard the dragon ask for a medic (that being the only word he would recognize in his sentence), he would begin to go off and try to find Lottie but it seemed that she knew just right where to be because she would arrive right after he'd turn around. So, he would decide to just sit and watch, looking up at the dragon in awe. "Hi..." He would whisper quietly, almost afraid to even address the large creature. He'd never seen anything so cool in his entire life. Well, other than when he'd first gotten his glasses and had seen everything around him. That had been really cool. [fancypost=background:#c0e4ff;height:1px;padding:0;width:450px;]

    [center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:550px]Benjamin hadn't been far behind Iselotta when someone called for a medic. He'd watched her move off towards the other, large-sounding voice — but the wolf had taken a while longer, taking his paw and removing the cigarette that'd been stuck between his canines. There hadn't been someone screaming bloody murder for a medic, and so the male hadn't really kicked himself into high gear. He wasn't taking his time though either. With a quick, gentle shake of his thicker coat the lupine was finally trotting after the Head Medic. He hadn't expected a dragon, a fucking huge one at that. While not much showed on his facial features, the wolf was heaving in a breath — as if he was about to blow out a small whistle to show his own surprise, shock. The healer refrained from doing so as he came to stop somewhere besides Jacob who appeared to be in some sort of shock. His new glasses were probably providing him a new type of insight to the world around him. Ben thought it strange that no one had ever been able to notice his fucking awful vision. His tired optics were shifting towards the unfamiliar clanmate. How had he missed this guy? Lottie was already asking questions, but Roe remained silent, eying the charred flesh and scales. "Si vous avez besoin d'aide, je suis ici." His deeper voice rumbled from his chest, his French laced with the accent of a Cajun. English broke through then as he continued to stand next to the Jacob. "Don't think we've met. Name's Benjamin, medic alongside Lottie." Questions stuck upon his paw, but he kept himself silenced as he watched his co-worker. Burns. He'd treated and seen a great deal of them, especially in his former AntiClan home in which the sun had scorched the land through all four seasons.


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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Lucerys' pale blue-grey eyes turned onto the BlizzardClanners as they approached - Iselotta, Jacob, and Benjamin. He recognised none of them and had likely never met them or simply didn't remember meeting them. "Just now," Lucerys replied to the Head Medic's first inquiry, his tone cool. "About an hour ago," he clarified. Not exactly "now" but that was about the time it took the massive dragon to fly back from the Khanate to BlizzardClan. "Yes, I can." It was why it hurt like a bitch, but Lucerys was disinclined showing weakness to the BlizzardClanners, even if he was seeking medical aid now - he was proud but he wasn't stupid.


    His gaze then flickering over to Jacob as the pup slowly summoned a apparently frightened greeting, Lucerys simply grunted in response, in acknowledgement. He wasn't in the mood to humour children. When Benjamin spoke up, Lucerys' eyes narrowed further, irritated by his French. His mother might have been fluent but Lucerys must certainly was not. It was rude to speak a private language in front of others out of the know. But amazingly enough Lucerys managed to hold his tongue. He had to stay on his best behaviour to please Sweetophelia and to look good for his little brothers both of whom he still sought to win over. "Lucerys Targaryen," he rumbled in turn, an exhale of smoke leaving his mouth and a hint of pride in his voice as he revealed his Valyrian heritage.
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    [fancypost=width:50%; text-align:justify; font-size:9; font-family:georgia;]Lottie nodded softly as he answered her questions; at least that meant there was no large nerve damage, and the burns, though severe, would heal in time without too many repercussions. "Even if an hour ago, it's a good sign you can still feel your wings," she prompted with a friendly, warm smile as she padded closer, feeling a little odd to be dwarfed by a creature like Lucerys. She was usually larger than most domestic animals in BlizzardClan, so being on the other side of the coin was frankly a little intimidating, especially with the presence that Lucerys held, confident.


    "It should heal with enough time and proper care. I don't think you'll find it causes too much trouble, Monsieur," she added, speaking respectfully, as she usually did, as she dug out her supply of aloe vera and honey from her bag, alongside a roll of gauze to spread out the two remedies on. "Though I don't suppose I could have you lower your wings a little?" she added sheepishly, though glancing slowly to Benjamin as she caught the way his eyes narrowed at her fellow Medic. "Ah- do not mind the French, sir. He was simply offering his help. He is Benjamin, our other Medic. A very nice soul you'll find."


    Still, it was to some mild surprise to hear his name. This was Sweetopheila's other son? It wasn't a bad thing, per say, but she did not expect that her other son would take the form of a dragon. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Lucerys. I am sure Sweets will be happy to see you as well," she offered politely with a little dip of her head, before continuing on quietly as she would attend to his injuries. "I am sorry to hear about your brother. I met Jae, briefly. He was very nice."
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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 440px;][align=justify]It wasn't long before Yuki-Onna joined in with the medics, blinking her blue eyes at the dragon. She rarely gets to see dragons and she thought that they were very majestic creature to see, especially in person. They weren't any dragons from where she originally came from, but than again, she has never seen them in her country, not like the western-type ones.


    "Hi, we probably haven't met, but my name is Yuki-Onna," she introduced herself to Lucerys, bowing her head. "I didn't know you were Sweets's child. She mentioned you before during a meeting, but I never had the chance to meet you directly. And I apologize for the loss of your brother, Jaehaerys, whom I never got the chance to meet with. You have my condolences." She knew of Aleksei and Mie and Jaehaerys being related to Sweetophelia, until she mentioned she had another child that was working with Ends Game during a HP meeting a while back. And she was glad she was going to get a chance to meet Lucerys for the first time.