all these ch(o)ices >> sick & molting

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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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what they wouldn't give to have paws that could reach all of those damnable itchy spots! the kingpin was noticeably more irritable, their scent changing being the most telltale sign of entering molt, what with the occasional scent of blood accompanying them when they rubbed too hard on a sore spot. the dragon shifter hated this season for it's infamous molting period. a time where their body turned tender yet itchy as they tried to shed their old skin, as well as a most wonderful time that included shedding their antlers. it was more of a deer thing than a dragon thing, some would think, but this particular dragon would also shed it's antlers in it's molting season, a most embarrassing time for them, truly. they prided their rack of antlers greatly as it also allowed them an easy defense against attackers what with three sets of antlers.

and for that reason they were sick, staying close to their tree, feverish and restless.
the sudden loss of weight upon their head was enough to sicken them with headaches and lightheadedness. the same as a loss of heavy hair. the wounds were infected, not that they wished to admit it, but a dragon was a prideful creature and hated showing a weakness like that. their molt and antler shedding had been a secret up until now, when they actually needed help looking after themselves. Taking their chances, they would ... ask for help.

trundling up the hill from their den, they emerged close to the inn and cave. licking their lips, they went in search of food and water, movements slower than normal. the scent of their blood would surely attract attention, the silvery ichor occasionally sticking within their mane, caking to the protective scales around where their antlers normally sat.