Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-32347114-20200107182708/@comment-37028137-20200107201218

I walked into the caverous abode my hands stuffed in the pockets of my charcoal colored overcoat. Huge piles of gold and silver were stacked to the ceiling, baubles of every variety imaginable enough to stock a Kingdom. But at the center lay a woman with the countenance of a tired, angry soul.

"...Another one of your village ilk, is it? Come to slay me, or be my concubine? ...forget it, all of you are either too shallow or too terrified to bother." Her voice rasped in pain and her breath spit with flame and fury.

"My apologies for the intrusion Madame, I meant no disrespect in entering. As it happens no I'm not a part of that village, just a traveller passing through and I do not intend to slay you. That would go against my oath."

Oath? What oath?! What deception is this?!

The woman looked weak, frail even. Were I of the disposition I could have ended her easily, but that was not my way.

"Well you see I took an oath to help folks. I'm a Doctor, not a warrior."

Really? The woman snorted in contempt and disbelief.

A Doctor sent as tribute? To fix me Ha-ha-ha-ha! Very funny indeed! Well good Doctor what is your name?

"As it happens I volunteered. Oh and I'm Doctor Hawthorn, at your service. But please feel free to call me Nicholas, most folks do. Either that or Stop that man, or Die Alien Scum. Dealer's choice really. But look at me I've gone on a tangent we need to get back to the matter at hand. Namely, helping you. If I might have your permission to approach Madame?"

The Dragon seemed to ponder my words carefully, her eyes flashing with fire and heat.

First turn out your pockets, a Doctor perhaps but you're still capable of caring a weapon under that long coat of yours.

"Happy to oblige."

I pulled off my overcoat and folded it neatly before setting it on the ground. I then twirled in place displaying my lack of weaponry. A fact the Dragon found amusing.

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Doctor Hawthorn you are either very confident in your skills as a healer or exceedingly arrogant in your charm!

"Eh, a little from column A and a little from column B. But I find if people see you mean them no harm, they never hurt you...Nine times out of ten."

Mm you intrigue me, you may approach.

I nodded my thanks and stepped closer to the injured reptile. I could see a plethora of healed gashes and scar tissue no doubt from her many fights with would be Dragonslayers. Damn fools hurting a creature such as this! I thought to myself. I reached out towards the woman's wounds but hesitated. "If you would allow me?"

A grunt from the Dragon urged me to continue my efforts.

I laid my hands gently on her form. My fingers tracing the map of her scars, a testament to the poor woman's fortitude. "Might I inquire as to your name Madame? For it appears you have me at a disadvantage of etiquette."

Mirandella

"Good to meet you Mirandella, now let me see here." I felt along her arms and back, as well as her wings and tail. "You have several lacerations, a few broken bones in the process of healing, bruising to your internal organs. (Sigh) Who would do such a thing? Worry not you are in good hands. With your permission Mirandella I would like to try stabilizing you with my abilities."

Abilities? Her voice came as a questioning growl and while it kept an edge it was far less hostile.

"I'm a Scientist and a Sorcerer a combination of both mediums should do the trick for you."

A growl of mistrust echoed from Mirandella's lips and I held up my hands non-threateningly.

"Hey, now you have nothing to lose and everything to gain. Besides if it looks like I'm about to injure you, then you can always just snap my neck right?" I grinned gently and waited for a response.

Fine but be quick.

"Okay then, Science first." I pulled a small pink vial from the pocket of my trousers and poured some on the wounds. "A general anesthetic." I then let my hands recede, returning the vial to my pocket. "Now for the Sorcery."I continued by drawing several golden hued sigils and glyphs in the air. which seemed to interest my patient greatly.

What are those? They are unlike any magic I've witnessed.

"Hmm? Oh Old High Gallifreyan the ancient language of my people. The older something is the stronger its power. So it helps that this is about a billion years old. Now hold still please."

I cast the sigils around the pair of us as I laid my hands on the damaged sections of Mirandella's body. Swaths of golden energy poured from my hands causing thewounds and pain to dissipate entirely.

"There now, good as new. In fact, somewhat better even. Your Demonic Energy reserves should be back to full so your senses will retain their keenness. Take it slow though you may still be a tad muddled."

I yes, I am thank you though.

I ran my hand through my sandy blond hair as I contemplated my next step.

"If I may inquire what happened to the other men the village sent as tribute?"

Mirandella spat on the ground in fury.

Those weaklings! Bah! Pathetic idiots! They tried to hurt or woo me in turn but fled when they failed. No doubt scooped up by other Mamono in their haste!

Mirandella lifted her head and rubbed at her forhead with a clawed hand while sniffing.

Ugh my head, -sniff- -sniff-

Her head sank and her eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at me first in sadness and then fear as realization struck her.

You're married -sniff- ...to a '''Lilim! and you're not Human! Which means you must be... the Time Lord who is married to Lady Vellantha! You're the...'''

"Yes, yes, yes. I'll stop you there. But please don't worry about that. I actually came here with a proposition for you.

A-A proposition?

"Mm-Hmm, yes you see we had heard tales of an abused and feared Dragon in these parts. I'm here to offer you a relocation as it were, a fresh start far away from here."

Mirandella seemed stunned and quietly questioned me.

A fresh start? Where at?

"Well, in Rathengalia, my wife's Kingdom of course! We will get you set up with food and lodging, a job, and who knows there's plenty of nice guys living single there. Now can you really pass on that?"

It took only fraction of a second for her to reach a decision.

I want to come please take me there!

"I thought so." I pulled a pocket watch from the pocket of my grey patterned vest and checked the time. "Five past Three." A characteristic wheezing and groaning noise suddenly filled the cavern as a blue box faded into view. "Ah and right on time too."

The left hand door swung open inwards and Vellantha popped her head out.

"So? What'd she say?"

"She agreed to come of course."

I sauntered over to the box having retrieved my overcoat from its resting place. Approaching the box I hugged the Lilim and kissed her check. "Hey Vels. How was your day?"

"Oh just fine Honey."

I untangled myself from her warm embrace and made introductions.

"Vellantha this is Mirandelle, Mirandella meet Vellantha."

Vellantha displayed the same characteristic all encompassing warmth to the new arrival that I had come to expect from her gentle demeanor.

"Oh yes! It's so wonderful to meet you! You must tell me everything, I'll send a contingent of guards back here to deal with those assholes too don't you worry."

Vellantha's bubbly energy was refreshing and as she ushered the already confounded Dragon inside I stayed out of the mix waiting beside the TARDIS entrance for the ever present reaction of new comers.

"It's bigger on the inside!"

I shook my head and chuckled as I entered the console room. Closing the doors on one life of pain and ushering in a new one of gentle rest, of which Mirandelle was more than deserving.

Hope you enjoyed it.

Cheers,

The Weary TimeLord.