Dragocorn drew this because I broke my freaking arm. 8( I was walking to town, hit a slick patch on my idiot neighbor's smooth; concrete driveway, and fell.I can understand his driveway isn't done, but when it hasn't been done for like six years you've got a problem. People better be glad it's not socially acceptable to bite.

Speaking of which:

"Ms. Flaherty." The Doctor's eyes narrowed, watching the pony nose over Nurse Dragocorn's arm while she wrapped his arm.

Oscil said nothing, instead letting out a long snort and tipping his ears about, looking at the dragon while she worked on him.

"What's the matter, never seen a dragon?" The nurse smiled, nosing the pony back in response.

"Oh she's seen dragons before." The Doctor's lips curled up at the edges. "She's also got a particularly nasty habit of biting one in particular."

"Dumb, old Taffy..." Oscil's ears pinned.

"Well, I'm a nice dragon." The enormous nurse poked her tongue out in a quick flick and patted Oscil's nose. In an instant, the pony's nose was stuck fast to Nurse Dragocorn's palm. Following her with his over-sized snorter, the pony sniffed and lipped over the dragon's fingers.

Dr. Slater's tail swatted, black silk cracking like a whip in warning causing the injured pony to pull back. "You have to watch, she's a little biter."

"All done." The nurse chirped, tying Oscil's injured arm up in a nice sling.

"Does my pet-filly's arm still hurt?" Dr. Slater asked with a coo in her voice. Getting a snivel from the waif.

Oscil's nose suddenly turned to run along his new cast. His lips parting, he bore his teeth at the hard, set plaster.

"No! Bad." Dr. Slater's words drew an awful grimace on the Pony's face.

"For being such a good girl and not biting the absolute shit out of me you get a lollipop." Nurse Dragocorn smiled, waggling her tongue at him. Her arm extended, holding a green sucker with a little pink bow up to the pony. "But don't bite down on that either..."

Art and Dragocron ©  Dragocorn
Oscil ©  Oscil