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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.
voice breaking in a quiet rasp, they nuzzled him, holding him close as they felt his tears upon their fur. they knew he was close to hysterics, they could feel the ball of emotion ripping their throat apart, "you did nothing to deserve this, rene. fate is cruel. very, very cruel. have cossette and quennel come with you, or have you yet to encounter them?" they ask quietly, a gentle paw upon the smaller canine's spine, holding him.
teeth gnashing together, they shook their head, "there are no congratulations to be had tonight, rene. i do ... however have something for you, from destarion. he bespoke it in his dying words. i promised to deliver it." they murmur, gently pulling away to fetch the sword resting on a shelf in oilskin wrapping. gently picking up the ancient longsword, they lowered it to the ground before exhaling painfully,
remembering the large wolf's words swearing them to the delivery.
the oilskin was firmly held about the longsword, and the smaller one-handed sword and shield would be as carefully preserved, held by a distant family member. tied about the hilt in the careful loving hand of the weapon's prior weapon, was a beautiful pale blue silk ribbon, as was the rich yellow satin ribbon, reminiscent of wheat fields and the beautiful blue sky above the fields. "finnloch protects the rest of his weaponry. ramona has a piece of his human armor, having died and been reborn into this world hugging him." they quietly explained, returning to sit right at his side, pressing against him in support.
teeth gnashing together, they shook their head, "there are no congratulations to be had tonight, rene. i do ... however have something for you, from destarion. he bespoke it in his dying words. i promised to deliver it." they murmur, gently pulling away to fetch the sword resting on a shelf in oilskin wrapping. gently picking up the ancient longsword, they lowered it to the ground before exhaling painfully,
remembering the large wolf's words swearing them to the delivery.
the oilskin was firmly held about the longsword, and the smaller one-handed sword and shield would be as carefully preserved, held by a distant family member. tied about the hilt in the careful loving hand of the weapon's prior weapon, was a beautiful pale blue silk ribbon, as was the rich yellow satin ribbon, reminiscent of wheat fields and the beautiful blue sky above the fields. "finnloch protects the rest of his weaponry. ramona has a piece of his human armor, having died and been reborn into this world hugging him." they quietly explained, returning to sit right at his side, pressing against him in support.
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TOSS YOUR DIRTY SHOES IN MY WASHING MACHINE HEART -
-- dragon shifter .. god of war .. mentally unstable --
-- dragon shifter .. god of war .. mentally unstable --
BABY BANG IT UP INSIDE!
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