"Irritating, that's what this is" Frosk mumbled with a flinch, laying down near what appeared to be a medium sized complex of some sort. Numerous large white panels stood on vertical rails that were planted firmly in the ground, in multiple places, scattered it seemed throughout the area. Each one had rows and rows of cars in front of it now and more kept coming in as it got darker. People were hopping in the cars to bring foods to their companions or exiting to head off to a building nearby where a large line was forming. Just hours before this place was pretty close to peaceful; it had been at least quiet and very empty. But as the sun started to go down, loads of cars flocked to the panels and suddenly it wasn't so quiet and Frosk regretted coming here to sleep. Not one of the cars here had a silent occupant. All of them had something to say or do, that would result in irritating sounds that were starting to get on the already frayed nerves of one very beat up red dragon. His mother had decided to throw a fit a few days ago when he had just shown up at her cave unannounced after a year or so of being "Gone without a trace, mind you", and she gave his starving, damaged hide a good thrashing. Now Frosk knew better than to complain to his mother about how she was treating him, seriously damaging his broken bones would have only been the half of it, so he kept his mouth shut and took the punishment. It was nothing compared to the hell he lived through for a whole year before that. Someone, and Frosk really didn't know who it was, had captured the sleeping dragon by gassing him and removing him from his camp while Bug was out hunting. When Frosk came about he noticed right away that something was very off about his new surroundings. First off, there were five very strange looking boxes about the same size as he sitting out in what looked like a warehouse. Now Frosk knew about warehouses as he had raided quite a few in the years before settling near that school, and this new place he was in was definitely a warehouse of some kind.

Each box had an animal in it, but not just any old animal, powerful, big, monstrous animals, like Frosk himself. One was a dragon that he couldn't get a good look at and didn't seem like it was very intelligent -couldn't even speak- and was very ill tempered. The others smelled of a mix of animals, one perhaps was a gryphon or something similar and yet another smelled like it could be a Chimera. Either way, they were all prisoners here just like Frosk and he wasn't feeling like this was something he could wiggle out of either, and boy had he been right. "The Trappers" as he would now refer to his captors as, were very harsh in their physical handling of the animals and downright cruel in how they treated them emotionally. Training consisted of shouting, whips, kicking, beating and sometimes a hot poker to the hind end to get the message across to the very stubborn, like Frosk. And he still to this day couldn't make heads or tails of what they were doing with them. None of the 'training' seemed to be for entertainment purposes, as Frosk very well couldn't see the entertainment value of teaching a dragon to carry a heavy metal ball to a target and dropping it from a great height, nor did it seem to hold any purpose in a working environment that he could recall. Not unless they were to be assigned as demolition crews to construction groups dealing with whole towns. It was madding really, trying to work out why he was treated so poorly, barely fed and kept in a spot that was either too cold or too hot depending on the time of year. No one there seemed sympathetic to the animals at all, and if one of the animals died, they would just feed him to the ones left over and capture a new one.

Frosk had waited for months for his way out. Tracking the truck loading and unloading times and figuring out when they met up to training times, if at all, so that he could use the truck's exit as his own. True he wouldn't fit in one, but he could leave through the large door that was only open when the trucks came in or out. Otherwise the whole place was locked down tight and nothing got in or out without papers, a purpose and a handler. The animals, Frosk included, were all chained to the insides of the boxes they lived in when they weren't being trained, it prevented them from escaping or causing harm to each other. The chains were left on but attached to a ring in the center of the warehouse floor during training, and it was during one of these episodes, when a truck was leaving, that Frosk made his grand escape. Breaking the chain off of the floor and tearing out of the warehouse like his rear was aflame before anyone really could react...Well, apart from shooting at his shrinking form as he flew away on weak wings...

Frosk shook his head to clear his thoughts from that hellish time; he wasn't there anymore, he was here, safe again for now. And this spot used to be his rest area of sorts to tend to his very bad wounds. Most were just large gashes, a few had scarred over, adding more to his old ones of before, but a few were open and others still had turned to gaping holes where ammunition of a type Frosk was not familiar with had torn through his scales like they were tissue paper. These were currently infected, one such was on his right hip and caused him to limp terribly from the pain it was sending to every nerve in his right side. His blind left eye was now gone, completely removed by a skilled individual during one of the training rounds; it was punishment for his lack of effort in aiming the metal ball. Frosk never had trouble aiming after that, fearing that he might loose something else as a message. 'If only Bug were here, he would set me right' Frosk laid his head down and stretched out his injured leg, allowing the gaping hole in his hip to air out after his weak attempt to clean it with some water from a nearby river. He knew he must be quite the sight, covered in open wounds, all of which were still bleeding from all the moving he was doing, and being quite pale due to the blood loss. His skinny form was almost completely skin and bones and his feathers on his wings had fallen off, leaving only the weak, torn membranes behind. The membranes themselves were too short to give him flight, but he could still glide from one place to another if his life depended on it. All and all Frosk looked like a totally different dragon now and his personality was in a similar shape. Gone was the cocky, confident dragon of before. Now he was very cautious, very skiddish when confronted and seemingly shy. It would take a lot of time and healing to get even a little of the old Frosk back...The only part that still lingered was his horrible temper if angered.

The noises from the cars were reaching a level that seemed to be one of extreme excitement now, something that struck one of the few curiosity strands still left in the damaged dragon's body. So lost in his thoughts he had been that time had flown by and now all the panels were lit up with strange lights. Lifting himself up on his feet gently, Frosk limped over to the nearest panel and peeked around it to see what could be causing such a ruckus from these otherwise boring people. What he saw made his mouth drop open in pure surprise, though to an untrained onlooker, it might look like he was about to roar. There, where it used to be nothing but a black white sheet of canvas looking material on the panel, was now a fully lit and colorful scene, one that depicted a rather large monster standing upright and destroying a city with his feet, hands and some kind of steam like breath. Never in all of his existence had Frosk seen such an invention and so caught up in what was happening with the monster, that he didn't even notice he had moved his whole body from behind the panel and right off to the side of it, not only allowing him a perfect view of the event, but the people in cars a perfect view of him.

Another typical day around the school, another day where the headmaster found himself feeling bored. He needed something to get away. He needed a break from checking papers, walking the school, and sitting in his comfortable office like he did every other day. And as his boyfriend/fiancee currently wasn't around he really needed a distraction. The first thing that came to mind was a bit of a strange thought but it would be a definite distraction. First paging Blake to his office with his little security pager and then calling Crimson with his idea. Hadn't hurt that he spent the whole day so ofar doing the same old stuff.

"Oh Blake, good. So listen. Day's almost done, we've got enough people around, I was thinking. When was the last time we really had a family day out? Me, you, and Crimson all hanging out together? Come on it'll be fun. We all get in the car head out to the movies and watch whatever's playing?"

"Drake when you called me up here I thought it was actually going to be something important. However for once your crazy random idea doesn't sound too bad. Why we need a car to head to the movies though is beyond me. Come on I can lift a car with you and sis in it and walk to a parking spot if I really had to. Alright, silly as it might be I'm in."

And Crimson was in too. Drake got the car, Blake got shoved in the back seat of the convertable since he was tallest, and after a quick trip into town their sister was sitting in the passenger seat. She had insisted on bringing their own snacks and such, not wanting to pay for overpriced and underflavored drive in food. Besides they didn't have someone like Verdy with them or any of the kids. So with the vehicle filled Drake found his brother suddenly complaining about space in the back seat and arriving at the film. "Why do you have a duffel bag back here? What's in it anyway?"

"Oh just some old medical gear that I was told not to stash in the hospital wing and it didn't fit in my office. Just try to shove it off to the side and enjoy the movie. It's starting." The movie wasn't going to be the only spectacle for them to see. Drake was one of the "lucky ones" parked near where a very realistic monster happened to be stationed once the picture started. Crimson was the first to notice him and gave Drake a nudge. "What? What is it, oh."

"Um, isn't that... yeah, it is. Man he looks terrible. Should we call his little pal Verdy?"

Crimson hopped out of the car without making a sound and started walking over to the beaten and battered dragon. She couldn't believe it, so this was what he looked like now, what he let happen since she last saw him? Totally ruined his whole handsome rugged beast image. "Hey. Been a while big guy. Looks like you could use some cleaning up huh?"

And then it happened...Just when he was being pulled into a rather interesting fight between the two vicious monsters on the panel, a voice from near Frosk's feet yanked his attention toward the ground with a loud yelp. He backed up suddenly, moving painfully quick toward a darker area behind where the panel was, eye wide in fear as he tried to see just what was going on. Now the old Frosk would have just lashed out at the voice, not caring about who are what it was. The new Frosk, however, was terribly afraid it was someone who would snatch him up and take him back to that place he wanted dearly to forget forever. That being said, he wasn't about to anger them into attacking him with those powerful weapons that had done so much damage to him already, and chose instead to try and retreat to a safer, more open for an escape, area. Now that he was what he deemed far enough away from the threat to survive, Frosk turned his one eye -tilting his head completely to the right and down- on the owner of the voice and realized a familiar face was staring back at him from a far. Now he couldn't remember in his tangled memories where he had seen her, only that he liked her enough not to have eaten her and her smell was calming for some reason. It was this feeling that had the old dragon laying down where he now settled and blinked quickly, trying to clear his eye of the dust he stirred up in his hasty maneuvering.

Two other figures were close by, males, though not near the female, they too smelled familiar, and Frosk suddenly felt very worried; what if the two males were dangerous? What if they had something in the car that could hurt him? Again he felt trapped, like injured prey that was being stalked by predators that had no intention of killing and eating, just toying and hurting. Flashes of his time in the warehouse came back and the dragon got to his feet again and backed up; he probably resembled at this moment a startled wild horse. Frosk tossed his head a few times in warning, though the effect was ruined by his fearful gaze and damaged body. Growling in frustration, the red dragon spread his mostly useless wings out and flapped them experimentally, hoping they would give him flight. They didn't, not even enough air rushed from the violent flaps to stir the ground, a painful reminder of the fact that he was grounded until his feathers regrew, or he found a high enough point to jump from for a glide.

Giving up, he dropped back onto his three legs, being mindful of the injured back leg and hip and tried to appear as small and non-threatening as possible. 'Maybe they'll go away. Take pity and go away...' he thought desperately, holding his head only mere inches off the ground and curling in on himself. He didn't trust his voice just yet in speech, only having really mumbled since his capture; he wasn't sure he could do much more than that without sounding quite weak and pathetic.

That wasn't the kind of reaction that they'd expected at all, none of them had anticipated it. Blake stayed in the car but his focus was on Crimson. "Careful sis, it's like dealing with a wounded animal. Don't back him into a corner or he'll lash out." And he certainly knew what it was like to be in that kind of situation. Never so seriously hurt as the dragon was now but Blake never enjoyed being cornered. In war that was usually what got called certain death and he'd had a few narrow escapes.

"Well toss me that bag Blake. Looks like he could use a little help. And see if you can call Verdy too. I'm sure he'd like to know about the big guy being back." Drake hopped out with a little thud and started following Crimson at a distance. He couldn't let her go over there on her own, not with the way that big thing was acting. At least it hadn't instantly lashed out at her though. From what he could see it was going to be a lot of work getting him back in good shape, something he definitely wanted to do. Much as the thing was a threat in this area and a danger to the students it was also a nice warning if intruders thought that such a creature could possibly be at his beck and call. Totally untrue but he didn't have to prove it very often.

"What's the matter big guy? Don't remember me? Come on, settle down. I'm not going to hurt you. Let me get a good look at that handsome face of yours. Come on now don't be scared, you were never ever scared of anything. Where's the big strong proud dragon I know? Where's the showoff that has every reason to be a showoff? Let me clean you up until we see that big boy again." Being a mother Crimson always carried a kerchief or... ten... in her outfit and today was no exception. Though originally because she'd expected Drake and Blake to be messy in the car and need more than just napkins. Now she pulled one of them out of a pocket and moistened the end so she could reach out toward the large scaled creature and try to get him a little more presentable. "You hungry? Drake? Bring over some of the snacks too?"

Frosk really didn't know what to make of the current situation at all. He remembered some of the names vaguely yet still couldn't place where he had met them, though he was quite sure now that he had been in charge of the meeting at the time, not the one being controlled. The female leaned in close to clean his face, or any part she could reach of him, off, or so that was what Frosk figured she wanted to do with the wettish cloth she was attempting to touch him with. "Not....too...close. I...mean it." he managed to gasp out at the nearest male in warning, though it sounded extremely weak even to the pulverized actor part of Frosk's brain, causing him to flinch sharply. 'Wow, we have slipped terribly from grace now, haven't we?' he thought coldly, trying his best to bring out the old self to use as his shield from his own weakness and failing dismally.

Frosk laid his head down in defeat so that the female drake could do her magic and send him on his way, but kept his eye on the other two beings in the hopes that they would keep back just from the sight of an injured, angry and near blind old dragon watching them closely. 'Well, I guess I could be in a far worse situation than this, perhaps caught at the school by that angry beast and his gun...what was his name? Wait, that is where I know these two males from, they were at the school that day I attacked the arena!' now that Frosk had a memory to associate the two males in front of him with, he relaxed some and gave the nearest of the two a cruel leer out of habit.

If he could just get some of his old self back, just enough to fool the people he would be running into for a short while, he might actually survive this whole ordeal and settle down for once; doing what he wasn't yet sure of, but there would be time to figure that out later. The sounds of monsters being attacked by anthro made weapons cut through his thoughts and Frosk frowned a little as the female continued to work; what in the hell was happening on those panels now?

Turning his eye toward the female for a moment as his thoughts stayed on the panels, Frosk breathed out sharply when she managed to touch one of the deeper, more painful wounds. Jerking back from her ministrations with a startled snarl, Frosk jumped over her and her partner, managing somehow to land on his uninjured feet. He then made a swift turn about to face the three from behind, the car was now just inches from him and the smell of food was making his stomach twist painfully, reminding his primal instincts that if he wanted to live, he needed to eat. In a move that Frosk would eventually look back on in awe in a few years because of his weakened form at the time, the mighty dragon snapped up the rear of the car in his powerful jaws and tilted it until all its contents spilled out of it onto the ground. Unfortunately for Frosk, that meant he had dumped out the occupant as well, who might not see the car tipping as an act of defense and of course, hunger, but as pure aggression as was always Frosk's previous MO. "SSSSSSSSSS!" Frosk hissed at the male on the ground and started tearing at the scattered contents of the car in search of food, but not finding large enough morsels to sat his appetite. This enraged him even more, pushing the hungry dragon further away from rational thought and into the realm of his feral kin. Frosk's eye was darting around wildly, looking for something big enough to eat that wouldn't be a health risk in his current shape, and found an anthro on its way back to a car from the building with the smells of greasy foods. It, as Frosk was unwilling to pin a gender on his meal in his hungered state, was blissfully unaware of the tipped car and the hungry, angry dragon who was now almost slithering toward it in his hast to catch his new prey.

Crimson was actually smiling as she cleaned the big beast's scales trying to avoid deep sensitive spots at first. She did a good job of it too, but eventually a deeper scrape that she had uncovered looked like it really needed cleaning and she dared to try. Turns out that was a bad idea with the way he reacted. At least it was nice to see he had a sudden burst of strength and he wasn't completely crippled and broken down. "Easy boy, easy. Once we get you looking a little better we can do a more thorough job but you have to settle down and let me help." Maybe this would be a job better suited to a garden hose set on mist to hose him down and get rid of most of the grime. Or it could just cause a couple injuries to open up again with the dirt currently keeping them closed becoming removed.

Drake was looking in his bag for a sedative strong enough to keep Frosk still to be treated when the beast decided to leap over them and head for the vehicle. "My Car!" Drake ignored the prospect of searching through his bag further and started running toward the scene as Frosk began rummaging around for food. He wanted to see how much damage was done and if it was going to be a total loss, maybe even an explosion.

Blake shook his head, standing and stretching out with a glare first to the dragon then to his brother. "No, don't worry about me, I'm fine thanks. Sure show more concern for the car." And being the closest to their former "rival" of sorts he was now left as the one to try and keep it under control. No little snacks from home or from the food stand would be enough to satisfy that creature's hunger... ironically just like the movie that was playing. "Hey, no you don't big guy, you aren't going to be making anyone into a snack." The black dragon put all his strength to the test as he ran forward, trying to grab the beast's tail and slipping as it was too messy... and a little bloody... to hang on to. So he went for the next best thing and ran up further, grabbing its leg and trying to pull him back. Even for his size and strength, even being able to flip tanks, this animal at skin and bones weight was far more difficult to try and drag around but he had to try.

"Oh Blake be nice to him! Hey big fella, I'll make you something proper to eat instead of someone like that. Come on, how about a nice fresh deer? Or a big bowl of stew? You need something healthy not a stringy person like that."

Something powerful was grabbing his very wounded leg and pulling Frosk away from the unaware, soon-to-be-victim of dragon mauling. It irritated the big brute to no end and was actually making it quite difficult to reach his prey before it would be in the safety the car in front of it. With a loud and vicious snarl, Frosk swung his head around so that he could use his good eye to see what was attaching itself to his body like a life draining parasite. 'Of course, it would the stupid one of the bunch that attempts it' he growled mentally, sending a glare full of absolute loathing at the smaller being. As the leg was much too injured to risk trying to shake off the anthro, Frosk decided to do the next best thing in his mind; remove it with his mouth and then eat it. Two birds with one stone. But as he moved into a better position for the swift attack, the dragon realized the female was speaking again and seemed to be bribing him with stews and deer. 'A deer would be nice...A large vat of deer stew sounds even better...I wonder what Bug would feed me if he were here?' Frosk thought, bringing his tail up to the dark anthro and using it to brush him off like a horse would a fly. 'As a matter of fact...I want my Bug.' Frosk felt he would be safer with the little green drake, as he was his 'pet' and always saw to Frosk's every need right when the big beast wanted it. He was also very loyal, at least he was when Frosk last saw him, and would not take advantage of the currently ill dragon. 'Then again, a very lovely female is offering to feed me...what to do? She might be mate worthy material, perhaps down the line...But I still want to be safe and I don't know her....I'm so confused...I want my Bug.' he thought with a small whimper, curling back into himself and feeling ashamed of his actions; why can't he just get back to the way he was before that hellish place?

Frosk turned his fear and sorrow filled eye to the female and whimpered "I want my Bug...I want my Bug now." 'I NEED my Bug' he added mentally, wrapping his tail around his body and lowering his head to a more submissive level. "My Bug feeds me...he used to feed me, he takes care of me...cared for me...I WANT my Bug." There was no way that Frosk was going to let the two males near enough to do him any damage, the female could also be a threat, but at the moment Frosk was more worried about the males, as one at least still seemed to be more foolish, act first and think later, than what Frosk was comfortable with. The other male might also be a problem, but his bag smelled of the things the his Bug often used when he fixed the great dragon up, and that at least put the new drake above the level of his foolish companion. "It hurts all over, but it hurts here the most" and Frosk indicated the very large, very infected wound on his hip that was bleeding again and was probably hiding a fractured or shattered hip under it. Which would explain his limp and the terrible pains he got shooting up his spine to the base of his skull from a point deep in the wound. "I trust my Bug, my pet fixes things, always gentle...I don't know or trust you" he growled the last, looking the three anthros before him over with a sharp gaze. "Tell me female, my memory fails me...what is your name? I know the fire belly and the oaf-" here he pointed at Drake and then Blake "From before at the school, when I saw the arena and came to have some fun, but you're just as familiar as they are yet your name escapes me"

Crimson gave a glance over to Drake, her brother pulling out his phone and turning away to make a call as she gave the big dragon a soft reassuring smile. "My name is Crimson, but you may call me whatever you desire. You still have that right, wounded or not, as the noble creature that you are. My brother is going to get your pet, your Bug here soon don't you worry. Until he arrives may I have the honor of trying to help you?" At least now he was talking. And he was showing enough strength to swat Blake around. He did sound and look terrible but she wasn't about to collapse at least. Verdy was his "Bug" from her understanding but she didn't know how he could possibly have enough to take care of all these injuries.

Blake dusted himself off staring up at the big dragon. "Lucky she got involved or I woulda beat you this time." he muttered, trying to stay close to his sister's side. Sooner or later the big beast would lash out again and he wanted to be there to take the hit and stop him from hurting anyone. Even if the swatting he received a moment ago was stinging pretty good.

Drake flipped his phone shut and nodded to the others. "Your Bug is going to be here shortly. He expressed his own trust in Crimson, but not me or Blake. So if anyone touches you it's supposed to be her and I can tell her what to do but he told me to keep my hands off."

Ah yes, Crimson, that was the name he had tried and failed to remember. The thought of the now known to him female doing the fixing up until his Bug got here was not really a pleasing one, but Frosk was willing to put aside his uneasiness and let her try. "Until Bug arrives, you may try to help. I doubt you will succeed, however, I'm willing to let you at least make Bug's job a little easier if nothing else" he said, his voice raspy from trying to make it louder by force; it was like having extreme laryngitis and trying to scream. He glanced down at Blake with a cold, superior look and sneered "I do believe, even in my state, that I would win any fight we had against each other, little one. You are very foolish...Arrogant indeed, if you think you are safe from my anger just because I am injured. Only a fool would try to provoke a dragon, especially a large and wounded one, into a fight"

And just to make a point, Frosk brought his tail down near the dark anthro with a loud crash, the force of it enough to send large amounts of dust and air blasting into anyone standing near the impact point. Anyone who didn't have the best of balance would be thrown to the ground or at the very least, sent staggering a few feet. "I can hit you from here if I so desire." Frosk smirked turning his back on Blake and turning instead to face Drake in what he knew to be a power play; by showing his back to his opponent, he was pointing out just how much of a threat he figured the other to be, and in this case, not much of one at all. "And you with your bag of herbs and healing tools, much like my Bug, in that regard only...I wonder, would you or my Bug be able to put this fool together again when I'm through with him? Would be the ultimate test of your skills me thinks. And yes, my pet is very smart to tell you to keep your hands to yourself, I tend to be a very..ah, how does he say it? Uncooperative patient, yes, when I am in extreme amounts of pain" Frosk was pleased with himself at the moment, he was getting his voice back, though it was still too weak for his liking, and he was managing to get some of his viciousness back. At least temporarily, he wasn't sure what would set him off to become the whimpering fool again, but he was sure it would indeed happen again.

Frosk turned back to Crimson and flopped down even further so that she could work on the harder to reach places, shooting her warning glances and flashes of his teeth whenever she came across a particularly sore spot. 'Bug will have his work cut out for him this time. Poor Bug, I wonder what my little pet will think of his master now, how weak he is and unable to protect his little Bug. But maybe he won't care, I did return after all, a truly weak master would have perished in that hellhole' he smiled to himself, satisfied with his own reasoning and waited patiently for his pet to arrive. It would be like old times, when he would become injured in some hunt or some other odd happening and Bug would run to fix him up as if he lived to patch up the dragon he served. And it was at this point that Frosk's mind wandered to the little blue dragon like creature he met on his way back here from the "Trapper's hidout". It was mute, except for the chips, clicks and barks it used to communicate, and seemed to be at least half blind or perhaps just light sensitive, as it squinted a lot and appeared lost until it was close enough to something to really see it. The thing was no bigger than a wolf, indeed, Frosk had seen wolves bigger than the creature, but it was still a fairly good sized...whatever it was. It mostly relied on body language to speak, though it did seem to have some kind of writing skills, even if its spelling was atrocious at times for Frosk had seen it write in the sands to convey a message or two to the large dragon. It didn't have a name and insisted on being called a 'she' even though it didn't appear to have any true gender at all.

'She' was pure cobalt blue all over except for the deep purple with metallic sheen on her wing membranes. Tiny cyan feathers were scattered on her head near the crown and acted like a cockatoo's crest to help express her emotions better. Her over all shape was more feline, but was definitely reptile in appearance when it came to the head shape and tongue. The head was more like a snake but also fish like in some ways, her face was soft looking, not harsh and cruel like most serpents tended to look. Her skin was made up of tiny scales, which were flat and smooth, more fish like than reptile, and were very shiny. Wings were bat like and the biggest part of her, making her seem much bigger than she really was. Her tail was short, maybe a good two foot in length, and was fan like, spreading out when she flew and needed to slow down or hover. The long spines on said fan like tail were separated by the same purple membrane that her wings were made of and in fact even connected to said wings. The eyes were large, like a fish, and pitch black, save for the tiny honey colored irises that seemed to always be nearly hidden by super dilated round black pupils.

Her small feet and hands appeared to belong to a mouse, and like a mouse or rat they had sharp tiny claws on them, but had small webbing between the fingers. Perhaps she was made to swim most of the time? Oh and her diet seemed to consist of small fish, insects and fruits...fish Frosk could understand, but what kind of dragon-ish...thing..didn't eat other types of meat?

Frosk thought that Bug might like her, maybe he would go find her again and bring her back and make her his pet as well. She seemed friendly enough, if not a bit curious and most certainly mischievous. She had followed him for most of his journey back, much to Frosk's dismay, but just a day before they got to the town, she vanished in the first body of water she saw and didn't come out again. Sighing to himself, Frosk twitched his tail to every touch Crimson made on his wounds and looked over at the parking lot; he would see Bug soon enough.


(OOC: Gonna bring little "Spaz" in soon enough if that's alright?)

Crimson was doing her very best to keep a gentle touch as Drake gave instructions from a distance and let her use everything in his medical bag that she could. She knew he'd probably flinch every time she used one of the antiseptics or an alcohol swab to clean an infected area but hopefully Verdy would come very well stocked and prepared. "Easy big boy, I want to see you looking all big, handsome, and fierce again. And you're starting to get there but your Bug and I will have a lot of work before you're perfect again." She gently pet his side and rubbed a non-damaged area so he might actually get to feel something nice for a moment. While he needed to be patched up and fed and medicated he also needed to have his pride back. He could act tough and she wanted to see him like his old self but there was still a very wounded beast here both physically and mentally.

The dragoness was definitely getting her outfit dirty but slowly and surely Frosk was looking presentable again. Many of his smaller cuts were now clean and treated, bandages and gauze over the ones that wanted to trickle blood still. His one leg, she was afraid to do too much to it and would wait for Verdy but the rest didn't look impossible for her to handle. She knew her brothers were probably ready to spring to her rescue if her patient decided to get snappy but it didn't really seem necessary. "Don't mind my brother there, he's just jealous that he's not the biggest, strongest dragon in the area anymore. With you back that title is proudly yours no matter how tired or injured you might be." She might as well stroke his ego as well as his scales while she started trying to wipe away dirt from undamaged areas. His blood was very strong and could actually start to sting her hands a little if she let it sit for too long and a little break was nice.

"He's going to need a few hundred vitamins and pills to help fight off those infections and get better. Unless he wants them cauterized and I know we'll have a shrieking squirming patient then. Be careful sis, that spot there's going to be really sensitive. Can you see if, yeah, okay now pull that out slowly and tell him to hold still." Even from a distance Drake did know what he was doing... mostly. Rose would be more efficient at all this but she didn't have any materials for treating a dragon his size and probably didn't have the time to make it out here either. Guess they'd just have to wait for Verdy and see what he brought along to help out. The red dragon did give him a decent summary of what was going on and what might be needed.

For those who actually knew Verdy they would be surprised at the speed he managed to reach the drive-in with the load he was carrying. It would appear to an onlooker as though he were carrying an entire military unit's supplies all by himself. One pack loaded with food, one pack loaded with medical supplies, one with extra medical supplies, one with good water, wine, and a few other stout drinks and a final pack that he had been lucky to save all this time and surprised that it had kept. A special one designed to hold blood for his master should he ever end up in a situation like this and need it, still fresh enough that it could be administered... amazing how well that stuff kept really. "I'm here master, your Bug is always ready and willing to serve. Thank you Crimson for helping so far but I can take it from here."

And Bug gave the worst injury one quick look and laughed softly. "Master this will not be a challenge at all. It's no worse than that time you fought off that other monster dragon, the one that tried to eat me and was mad beyond any logic." Though the possible broken bones under the injury would be difficult he personally thought the rabid dragon's attacks had dealt deeper wounds to his master than these. With practiced efficiency he set everything out that he'd need, the food and drink for master coming first followed by multiple more natural treatments for infections, cuts, and punctures. "These treats should tide you over master. You need something in your stomach to get your full strength back."

Blake suspected that Verdy was already exhausted but there was nothing he could do. The big dragon and he weren't exactly friends and he knew he was out of place except to take its wrath without being snapped in two like the others might be. "Verd, all that stuff has to be like twice your weight. I'm impressed you ran down here so fast with such a load."

Frosk flinched every time Crimson hit a sore spot when she cleaned the many wounds scattered about his form. Most of her work was actually quite pleasant, only causing him pain when she used one of the odd smelling liquids on the scrapes and cuts, and her little petting of the unwounded areas was a nice plus as well. The large dragon moved closer or rolled to give better access to some places whenever Crimson tried and failed to reach an out of grasp area; she wasn't half bad now that he thought about it, not as good as Bug, but still. Indeed most of his hurts were feeling much better and he could actually think of something other than the injuries for the first time in quite a few months. The more Crimson worked on him, the dirtier she smelled, covering her normal scent with that of Frosk's injured one, making the much larger dragon glance down at her more than once with a slightly guilty look. He didn't mind this new development much at all, in fact, he would be the happiest dragon around here if she continued to smell like him, though uninjured thank you very much, all the time. But alas, that would only happen if they were a mated pair and Frosk wasn't ready to take that leap....yet. "Not bad, looks like Bug has competition" Frosk joked, allowing himself a moment of humor to bleed through.


"Cauterized? You think if I wanted that to happen I would have waited this long to get it done? Dragons breath fire you know, I could have fixed it myself if that was the plan"

He growled in frustration at Drake, knowing good and well that the male anthro was just trying to bring his own humor into the mix. But Frosk was not feeling quite up to Drake's brand of humor at the moment to find it funny. "Besides, such an action should be avoided for such deep wounds, at least on me. I tend to get sick if they are cauterized...not sure why really."

And indeed he wasn't. No matter what kind of wound he got, no matter how small and shallow; if it was cauterized, he tended to get a massive infection in said wound and it would leave him in pain and feeling very feverish afterward for days. Bug had done it a few times, and in the end Frosk figured it was just his immune-system playing games, for if Bug could do it and get the same results as anyone else who tried it, it just shouldn't be done.

'Speaking of Bug...' Frosk brought his head up at the scent of his little pet and smiled when he saw what the green anthro was carrying. 'The whole camp worth of goods cometh' he thought with a mental snicker, his head lowering toward his pet as he approached Frosk and Crimson. The smells of what Bug was carrying finally assaulted the nose of the hungry dragon. 'Food! Wine! Indeed Bug still thinks of me as his powerful Master and comes with much needed gifts' Frosk shook his head at his own insecurity and then snorted loudly and looked his injured leg and hip over with a sneer. "No, it is indeed far worse than it looks my pet, I feel as if there might be a bit of whatever they shot at me lodged in there. Though I could be mistaken and it might just be shattered bone"

Frosk hissed in pain as he stretched the leg out so that Bug would be able to climb up and work on it without difficulty, rotating his body so that the wounded hip was facing straight up toward the sky. He then watched as his pet set out all the supplies he would need to work, along with the much awaited food and drink. The edible bits were immediately snatched up by Frosk, who devoured it all in a few large gulps, save for the drinks, which he was hoarding for later that day when he could enjoy them. Only the water was consumed greedily at this time. Frosk tilted his head a little toward the now speaking Blake, as he pulled his drinks closer to his battered chest to protect them from others. "Bug can carry more than that, I've seen him do it many a time. That's why he is my Bug, my pet, he impresses me often"

"Thank you, you honor me with your praise and I'll try to live up to it. You deserve to be able to show off your full majesty after all." Crimson's flattery was somewhat interrupted as Verdy arrived with all of his materials and the gifts for the big dragon. Now she would help however she could but it appeared as though he was very much prepared for this sort of thing. "If you need extra help I'm right here."

Verdy had several medicines with him that he had found from personal experience and from studying Rose's old book on dragons and medicine for them. First once he climbed up on the injured area he sprinkled a strange powder all over the wound. It kept the blood from flowing and it acted as a handy little local pain killer too. Great for what he needed to do and with the large amount that was dusting Frosk's hip now it shouldn't be too difficult for him to check the injury. "You are too kind master. Even with the medicines this may still sting but I will do my best to avoid that. Have to check for that object."

Verdy rubbed his hands with another herb, something that would help him and his master. He carefully reached into the wound at what looked to be the center and pulled out one, two, three pieces of whatever it was that hit him. Then he checked a little further just to be sure. "Bone spurs but no break that I can find. Here Blake, catch." The little green dragon wrapped up the offending pieces and tossed the bundle to Blake so it would be out of his way and kept where they might be able to figure out what hit him. "Now that we've cleared that out, the part that will sting." His master wasn't fond of being cauterized for very good reason and little Bug had to look for good alternatives. He cleaned off his hands, opened a thermos, and started slowly pouring the liquid into the wound over the powder and into the deepest spots.

"So for those who are watching, imagine using that liquid skin stuff to cover a cut and make it heal. Keeps bad stuff out and lets healthy skin grow back faster. This is pretty much the same but a little different that it can be used in deeper wounds. Should work even on this but it's going to sting a bit at times. And it will fully heal master, you should be back to full strength soon."

"Right. So he can carry all that stuff but he still can't manage a successful boxing lesson or anything like that. Maybe he's tough but he doesn't know how to properly protect himself. Maybe that's why he likes being your little pet so much." Blake hefted the cloth bundle in his hands. Well it didn't look like anything he was familiar with but Athos was a bit more of an expert on these things. If it wasn't aimed at him Blake never really cared where a bullet or weapon came from.

Frosk smiled widely and puffed up at Crimson's words, his large and battered ego having been thoroughly satisfied for the moment. He turned his head toward the busy Bug and watched with his good eye the work that the little anthro was doing currently on the big dragon's injured hip. "I am sure your work with be just as perfect as it always is my pet" Frosk said proudly, with a hint of a smile in his voice, angling his head so that he was hovering over Bug and the injury and thus had an excellent view of what the little guy was doing. It shocked the large dragon quite a bit when Bug pulled out a few pieces of the projectile that wounded him, as he wasn't expecting it to be in pieces, let alone multiple ones; it worried him and made him wonder what else he missed in his other wounds.

Bug then tossed the pieces to a waiting Blake and returned to the wound, pouring something that felt very warm and suddenly very uncomfortable in the hole in Frosk's hip. The large dragon had to fight the urge to simply throw off the anthro and start licking the injury furiously, he almost didn't manage it, but the pain from liquid slowly started to calm to a dull ache and Frosk frowned down at it in irritation. "That bothers me more than those biting ants in my cuts. And what a foul odor it possesses as well." he gagged, tilting his head away from Bug and rolling his long forked tongue out to taste the fresh air around him. However amusing the sight might have been - to see such a dragon gagging on air - it was soon gone, replaced with anger at the fact that Blake had insulted Frosk's Bug, and in a way insulted Frosk himself, by insinuating that the beast of a dragon could not pick worthy pets and only chose weak ones.

Bug was weak in a way, but in many ways he was strong, and it was the strong points that made Frosk latch on to him. True, he wanted a pet that would be easy to control, but at the same time they needed to be able to survive on their own when he wasn't around; weak pets died easily, and he didn't have time to go looking for news ones every time that happened, plain and simple.

"careful, keep insulting my pet and I might just decide those snacks didn't fill me up enough." he growled menacingly, pulling himself up a little more to give him more height, not that he needed it. "Those Trappers that caught me had the same air that you do, always thinking themselves better than others, especially when those others happen to be non-anthros. You should learn your place!" he snarled, hoping to get a rise out of the dark one and, perhaps, learn something about the Trappers if they were a well known group; if the dark one didn't know what he was referring to then they were a much more shadowed group than Frosk initially thought.


Figuring Bug was finished with the injury on his hip enough that he could move, Frosk flexed his leg a few times to get the blood flowing again, as the leg had fallen asleep a while ago. "I wonder, if anyone in the town would take pity on a starving dragon." he started, looking over at the lights in the distance "If I use my 'pity me' face...do you think they would throw food at me?" Frosk asked no one in particular, the smirk in his voice showing that he wasn't talking about begging. More like his 'pity me' face would include a few snarls and a tantrum or two, perhaps a threat of burning down the town if they didn't give up their meals for him.

"Or I could go fetch my mother and we could call it a tax of sorts. A certain amount of food each week perhaps?" not that his mother would go along with such a thing, too much love for those pathetic anthros to pull a stunt like that, but they wouldn't know that. At least he hoped they didn't.

Crimson gave Verdy space to work and as their patient started moving she smiled, patting his leg and starting to rub it with her paws. "That medicine may work wonders but it doesn't smell very nice does it? And here I thought you were a master of making perfumes Verdy, hehe, but they say no medicine truly works if it smells or tastes good. And speaking of tasting good I'd be happy to make you a meal fit for the king that you are." She kept patting and rubbing his leg below the knee joint helping him regain circulation and hopefully keeping him in a nicer mood. Her brothers just didn't understand.

Even in his absolute worst condition Frosk wasn't the most common sight in the world. A big strong dragon deserved to be given some credit and one that was intelligent instead of acting solely like a beast even more so. Now even if they might have been able to beat him somehow, even if her brothers worked together and overcame him or could manage it, why go to all that effort when a kind and sincere compliment could charm him and have him treating you favorably? Verdy certainly knew it but took things to an extreme and belittled himself a bit in the process originally. And Frosk was a big handsome dragon which definitely didn't hurt. "Mmm, you don't need anyone to pity you, you need people to pay tribute for the honor of your presence and I for one am more than willing to pay."

"Trappers that can catch someone like you would have to have a lot of money behind them. It shouldn't take us long to figure out where or who they are and then we'll track them down. Bring a little justice down on them, spare a few so you can claim your own vengeance. Long as you focus your frustrations on them instead of the school I'm glad we can help you now. Careful there sis, there's a broken scale edge there."

"My place around here is to keep trouble from happening and you are either a lot of trouble or a lot of help. Now Verdy is a good kid and my sister seems quite enamored with you so I kind of have to like you whether I want to or not. But don't think yourself too high above me or I'll be the next one to bring you down a few pegs."

Verdy smiled, patting his master's side and hopping down to give a quick check to all of the other minor injuries again. "Give it a few days you're going to be looking great again. The most powerful dragon around, no, the most powerful in the world I'd wager. That's why I'm proud to be your Bug, nobody else deserves me as much as you do. You deserve to own whomever and whatever you please."

Frosk snorted at Crimson's words to Bug, shaking his head as she massaged his injured leg and offered him her good cooking. "Ah, but where would the fun in that be. eh? A few choice words, a burned tree or house, and they will get the message quite quickly. Then I will have all the food I ever wanted without having to ask someone else to do it...or wait for someone to remember to feed me." he growled the last, thinking back on his time as a captive when the food handlers would sometimes forget to feed him in favor of feeding the other creatures in training. Frosk moved his leg a bit more and yawned widely, showing what remained of his teeth. Many were broken off and some had gotten infected at the gum base due to him being neglected at the Trapper hideout. "Willing to pay you say?" he cracked his good eye open after his yawn to stare down at Crimson with a smirk. "You should be careful what you offer..."

To be honest, he was shocked at her words, not quite sure how to take them at first and then worried he wouldn't get the chance again if he decided to tell her no now and make her chase him for a bit. 'She could be my new pet...well for now, then become more later, but not too much later, she is a rather nice looking female'. Frosk toyed with the idea in his head for a moment before lowering his head down to her eye level and smiling. "Well, I could always do with another pet, and a good looking female like yourself most certainly would be welcome in our little 'family'. Wouldn't she Bug?" he asked his Bug, the humor in his voice was very easy to hear if one knew him well enough. His not to subtle hint as to what her position would be in the group by labeling it 'family' would surely not be missed by Bug at least, even if the others didn't catch it.

The large dragon rolled his eyes when Drake made his little speech; of course they had money, they were well funded enough to house and train multiple large creatures. The fact that it was almost military in the way they did it wasn't lost on Frosk now that he really thought back on it. "Of course they have a lot of money! They were catching and keeping at least six large creatures at a time, and then training them to destroy. They obviously have a very powerful person or group behind them to do that." he snapped "And I will do the 'bring of justice' if you don't mind, you weren't the one trapped in that hellhole, tortured day and night, barely fed and forced to work hours at a time. They will learn the hard way not to mess with me." Frosk then eyed Blake as he spoke, using all his self control to not launch himself at the dark anthro. "You really are a foolish one...I've given you all the hints to end this and you still keep pushing." his eye twitching in anger and started to get up. "You just don't get it do you little one? We, the dragons, ARE above you, we ARE higher than you. We were here first, the beginning of your kind, the ones you descended from. We ARE THE TOP of the food chain...When will you learn this? What, because you built buildings, because you have weapons that are not of your body, just because you are technologically advanced that it makes you better than us? We could do all that you do, we just choose not to. Why build a HUGE city for us to live in when natural caves do nicely. Why do we need powerful weapons when our fire, acid, teeth and claws will get the job done? True, those white panels with the scenes on them is something to look into, but we don't NEED them." he ranted, now standing on all four feet, glaring down at Blake. A new idea about the trappers now firmly settling into his head, even if it turned out to be false, it certainly sounded good at the moment for his argument.

"You NEED all this to survive, you've lost your sense, you've lost your edge, and then, as if all that isn't enough, no your kind have to hire people like the Trappers, to hunt, catch and train US to kill YOU, to destroy YOUR cities and people...I've had enough of you, Dark One, drop it before I end you" Frosk was shaking with rage at this point, and not even Bug's words and proximity could quell it. With a loud roar of anger, the red dragon stomped off to sit on a small nearby hill and steam alone for a while, or so he hoped. When would that foolish one learn? The only reason he wasn't dead yet is because Crimson was related to him and Frosk WANTED her, and killing her idiot brother would not get him in her good graces. 'At least the red one has more sense, even if he does say some of the stupidest things sometimes'.