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THE KINGPIN

golden lung dragon & black jaguar w/ vitiligo & platinum silver fox. unknown age - ancient. bai 'pure' shi 'honest' lynn lingré. prefers lynn if close. they/them. blind. wind element & electric element. firstborn son of jerisidie lingré & current head of family/general. courting kydobi, regina & idyllfields. marauder of the pitt. demiromantic gray-asexual.

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steps silent upon the ground, a beast moved with a lonely purpose, their mind distracted by scents that they swore were familiar. they came in peace, bearing a gift of a wicker basket filled with goods and items of trading worth. they could smell the sea just as clearly as they could smell the scent of a ghost of a long-dead beloved. exhaling, they cleared their nose, drinking in the scent of the sea not too distant from the tang of the ocean that their group lived above and beside. gravel crunching under their claws as the dragon began the descent down the mountain path, their body changing from their dragon body into their jaguar form, jaws spread to drag in the scents.

settling on the path, they yawned, grooming a paw and dragging it over their ear with a faint grumble, the shadows of pain and exhaustion haunting their eyes. oh what they wouldn't give to return home and rest in their den, whomever their children left in their birth home curled up against their side, stripped of all but two parents. uttering a low sun-filled growl, they turned their blind blue gaze onto the skies above, murmuring a soft question in words too soft to catch. they came peacefully, and prayed for a peaceful greeting rather than an arrow knocked to fly between their eyes.

CLONY
[ age mover of the oblivions ]

Clony didn't know about the other groups. It figured that this was, actually, the only safe place. It figured that if it ventured past the border, it would again be subjected to the torment of machines that Clony was accustomed to. A little bit of peace was nice. It assured itself that such was the sole reason that it was sticking stationary in this one location for so long. A little peace was nice. People actually interacting with it was nice, too. The fluffy bat came fluttering over, landing awkwardly for a creature that wasn't meant for resting on the ground for long periods of time. It said nothing - not that it usually spoke aloud but instead through telepathy - and curiously twitched its ears, awaiting for an answer from this stranger.

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Public relations with the groups was something the lion cub knew better than anything, really. And that, honestly, was not saying much. But, it was one of the few things they'd found themself truly interested in while in their youth, not having too many hobbies aside from the standard survival ones passed on from their father. After all, their father's livelihood was shattered by that very thing of public relations. One individual, in particular, ruining the image in its entirety, taking away parts of culture that wasn't hers to mettle with, harming what was once a place they'd be considered like an heir to. But things were different now, and they had goals that couldn't really be discussed. They would take time to succeed, they knew. In the meantime, here they remain. If she had seen them, she would not be able to guess where they'd gone. And being here, she would be unlikely to visit anytime soon. They were safe to carry on. They still had plenty to learn before they'd be ready, they knew this, and so confirmed the whispers in their ears. There was still so much to do for the young lion.

While they could claim to have great knowledge of the history of the main groups, any knowledge regarding the less large ones would be limited, and they would find themselves approaching slowly, expression curious. Their nose twitches, standing behind the rest, as they look over the dragon and raven, saying nothing for now, simply taking in the scene. They seemed to have come with a purpose.

oh, heave the oceans do — won't you?