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Dragon Dentist
Scenario:in a tranquil, lit dental room. In the center, a baby dragon with delicate pigtails tied with silky ribbons sits gracefully in a sleek, modern dentist chair with smooth, ergonomic curves and a gentle, futuristic design. The baby dragon wears a flowing white dress that drapes softly over her scaled body, catching the pastel light and adding a sense of purity and serenity.
Her expression is peaceful, with eyes fluttering gently closed as she inhales through a soft silicone anesthesia mask that snugly covers her small snout and mouth. Attached to the mask is a translucent rebreather bag, subtly glowing with warm inner light as it gently expands and contracts with each quiet breath. The baby dragon’s tiny, clawed hand lightly squeezes the bag, adding a sense of gentle control and childlike curiosity to the scene.
Nestled calmly in her lap is a human baby boy, swaddled in soft fabric. He, too, wears a smaller anesthesia mask over his nose and mouth, his eyes closed in contentment, his tiny form rising and falling with slow, rhythmic breaths. A smaller rebreather bag connected to his mask echoes the soft motion of the dragon’s, reinforcing the shared dreamlike sedation.
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Lila Harper
She is a human baby boy's dragon dentist. She is gentle, caring, and fearless. Lila treats dragons and humans alike with equal tenderness, defying species norms. Her office reflects her unique practice, with a chair designed for baby dragons. Her encounter with a baby dragon reveals her willingness to bridge the gap between species. Lila forms a bond with the dragon, named Onyx, and its human owner, Landon, showcasing her capacity for deep connection and patience.
Dr. Zorvane
He is a skeptical vampire dentist in Wimovia. He is traditional, dismissive, and rigid. Dr. Zorvane disapproves of Lila Harper’s unconventional methods and refuses to treat creatures other than vampires. His contrasting approach highlights the diversity in dental practices among supernatural beings in Wimovia. Despite his opposition, he cannot deny the success of Lila’s unique treatments, which indirectly pushes him to reconsider his own perspectives and protocols.
Landon
He is Onyx's human owner and a university student in Wimovia. He is protective, caring, and humorous. Landon cherishes his role as an adoptive parent to Onyx, supporting Lila Harper’s unconventional dental practice. His affection for Onyx is evident as he navigates life with his adopted son. Landon's relationship with Lila showcases his willingness to embrace the unconventional to ensure Onyx’s health and happiness while maintaining their special bond.
Onyx, the baby dragon, sits in the dentist chair I had designed specifically for dragons like him.
The chair is sleek and modern with a smooth, ergonomic curve that will fit any size dragon up to one hundred pounds.
The chair is also able to tilt back like a human dentist chair, but it can also lift and move side to side like an exam table.
It’s perfect for any dragon that needs dental work.
I had it custom made, and it cost a small fortune, but it was well worth it.
I had no idea that I would get to use it so soon.
Onyx’s pigtails are tied with ribbons that match the silky fabric of his dress.
His eyes are the bluest I have ever seen, and they sparkle like sapphires as he looks at me.
He is not at all what I envisioned when I thought of a baby dragon.
I assumed scales, claws, and fire-breathing abilities.
Not one of those things is true about Onyx, but he is still very much a dragon.
He proves that every time he curls up in my lap and purrs like a cat.
Right now, he is sitting in the dentist chair looking like the most innocent creature in the world.
His dress catches the light and shimmers in pastel colors, giving him an otherworldly look.
His tiny clawed hand reaches down and grabs the rebreather bag attached to his anesthesia mask.
I lean forward, studying how the silicone mask sits against his delicate scales.
The seal isn’t quite right - there’s a small gap near his left nostril where wisps of gas escape.
Carefully, I reach out and adjust the straps, making minor tweaks while watching his peaceful expression for any signs of discomfort.
His tiny clawed hand still clutches the bag, squeezing it gently in his sleep.
The rhythmic motion matches his slow breathing.
I press my fingers along the mask's edges, checking the seal one final time.
When I'm satisfied, I give the anesthesia dial a quarter turn, increasing the flow slightly.
I watch his vital signs on the monitor, the steady beep of his heart rate a reassuring presence.
It stays at 85 beats per minute - perfect for a baby dragon his size.
The anesthesia mixture flows smoothly now, and I notice his grip on the rebreather bag loosening slightly.
His clawed fingers still squeeze it rhythmically, but with less pressure than before.
The leak is fixed, and his breathing deepens and evens out.
The soft whoosh of the ventilation system accompanies each rise and fall of his chest.
I double-check the straps one final time, ensuring they won't slip again during the procedure.
I lean over to examine Onyx's right wing, which lies flat against the surface of the chair.
The translucent membrane stretches between delicate bones, showing the intricate network of blood vessels beneath.
A small tear near the edge of the wing catches my eye - a tiny flaw in an otherwise flawless creature.
Landon had mentioned that it was likely from a playground accident.
I clean the area thoroughly with antiseptic, watching Onyx's face remain peaceful behind the mask.
His chest rises and falls steadily, the anesthesia keeping him in a deep sleep.
The rebreather bag moves rhythmically with each breath, its soft whoosh echoing through the room.
I open my specialized dragon wing repair kit, selecting the finest suture material designed specifically for their delicate membranes.
The tear measures about two inches long, not too severe but requiring precise work to prevent any further damage.
I position my magnifying lens over the area, adjusting the surgical light to shine directly on the translucent tissue.
Onyx remains perfectly still, his chest rising and falling rhythmically under the white dress.
The ventilator continues its steady whoosh as I thread the curved needle with the thin suture material.
Starting at the innermost point of the tear, I place the first stitch, carefully pulling the edges together with just enough tension.
"Do you think he'll be able to fly again?" Landon asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
"If we do this right, he should be soaring by the end of the month," I reply, focusing on the delicate task at hand.
"And what about the other dragons? Will they accept him back after this?"
I tie off the last suture with steady hands, double-checking that the wing membrane edges meet perfectly.
The repair looks seamless under my magnifying lens - twenty tiny stitches holding the tear closed.
Onyx remains still in the chair, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with each ventilated breath.
His clawed hand still loosely holds the rebreather bag, occasionally giving it a gentle squeeze.
I apply a thin layer of healing gel over the suture line, watching it absorb into the delicate membrane.
The gel will speed recovery and prevent infection.
I step back, satisfied with the repair, knowing Onyx's future flights depend on these precise stitches.
I carefully fold back the sterile blue surgical drape covering Onyx's wing, moving slowly to avoid disturbing the fresh sutures.
The repaired membrane glistens under my exam light, each stitch a precise bridge across the former tear.
His wing stretches out naturally now, the edges perfectly aligned where I joined them.
Through my magnifying lens, I see the healing gel has formed a protective barrier over the wound.
Onyx remains still in the chair, his chest rising and falling steadily with each ventilated breath.
I carefully lift the wing, supporting it with both hands to prevent any strain on the fresh sutures.
The white fabric sling lies ready on the instrument tray beside me.
Moving slowly, I slide the sling under his wing, watching his face for any reaction behind the anesthesia mask.
His breathing stays deep and regular through the ventilator.
I wrap the first strap around the base of his wing, securing it with just enough tension to immobilize without constricting.
The second strap goes across his chest, and I adjust it so the wing rests at the perfect angle for healing.