IN THE WHITE ROOM / jervis' execution

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THE GENERAL

golden lung dragon & black panther 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 & idyllfields. marauder of the pitt. demiromantic gray-asexual.

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coming to stand at kydobi's side, the beast rumbled deeply in their throat, blind gaze focused on where all the voices were coming from. they had their own share in this execution, memories dancing in their mind of the long missing sepiroth, their first love in this cruel world and his madness. they were reminded of stryker and ninazu, of the torture that they had once suffered at the small woman's paws. jaws splitting in an angry exhale, they licked their maw, brows furrowed, "your day was coming for years, long before you were a concept in your sire's mind, jervis." they growled, hackles rising as they remembered their dame's screams of agony as his leg was ripped from his body before the spectating crowd. they could still feel the small bundle that was their little sister pressed into their side, sobbing in grief.

lips curled they blinked blind eyes, standing beside kydobi, knowing that their clanmate was there, and enjoying his presence, his anger. they would fall silent,
aware of all those that had gathered, listening in satisfaction to the threats thrown at the man. the fox had ruined a lot of good things, and good people. his justice was coming, slow as it had built, and fast as it had come crashing down upon him. kydobi's death had been the fox's fault, leading him to the empty wings of the reaper before he could see that the vile man had tricked him.

"let his head fall from his shoulders.
nobody will mourn his passing. dare he come back, he will find no welcome anywhere!" they snorted, claws digging into the ground, lifting their head to face goldie, eyes glinting, swearing in silently that they too wished to have a claw in his death, but they knew they were not the most furious with him. they could scent aurum and leroy, listening to their voices and their words.