Arsen
"Tall guy. Became a panther, then a parrot, then a fuckin' dragon," Arsen explains, squinting a bit before giving up on trying to look at the pattern of punctures that run along his tailbone towards his hip. The stranger approaches and he lets him have a good eyeful of his ass, a few black feathers shivering through his hair before disappearing again, wordlessly conveying irritation. "Attuned as they come. Just tell me how bad it is," he grunts.
On closer inspection, Oliver will find that Arsen is still partially shifted, at least around the area of the injury, and there are a few bleeding speckles where the flight feathers have been unceremoniously yanked out. It will be sore, but it's not life threatening by any means. At the offer of healing, he raises a brow. "Yeah? Ain't ever met a healer before. Do your worst, doc."
On closer inspection, Oliver will find that Arsen is still partially shifted, at least around the area of the injury, and there are a few bleeding speckles where the flight feathers have been unceremoniously yanked out. It will be sore, but it's not life threatening by any means. At the offer of healing, he raises a brow. "Yeah? Ain't ever met a healer before. Do your worst, doc."
you ask if i'll grow to be a wise man
well i ask if i'll grow old
well i ask if i'll grow old
