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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hearing words, they growled deep in their throat, lifting their head, pain causing them to not be able to hear correctly. lip curling back, they scented the air, raking in the scents of malak and hope. help, not foes. exhaling, they relaxed, "malak. hope. apologies for growling at you. my ears are partially plugged.", they would rumble, stretching slightly with a grumble. "oh how i hate this time of year." they complained before laying their head on the ground, "i could use assistance,
yes, thank you. i need help in locating a stream nearby, or at least guidance into the waters surrounding my island. i normally soak when im molting, to help the skin come away. ive also .. shed my antlers. thats where the majority of the blood smell is coming. i hate to ask, but could i request of one of you to get the scales just under my mane? where my mane joins my shoulders." they huffed quietly.

how humiliating. being unable to scratch their own itches and lick their wounds.
they just prayed that nothing too important would happen until their antlers grew back in during the next couple of weeks. this sickness however ... they didn't like this. not one bit. "I'll leave it up to you two to decide on what ails me but i run a fever, a sore throat and my nose runs." they murmur, seeming dejected by the idea of falling ill to a cold.

//its a cold but will progress into a flu//