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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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rumbling deep in their throat, the dragon gave a low groan, "such strange ways of healing. i should like you to share these ways with a trainee for the days we are so unlucky to not have you close to home, malak.", they utter, letting their long body relax. ears twitching slightly at each caw, they grumbled, talons scratching the ground, itchy and irritated. exhaling, they let out a heavy gust of air, stirring the grasses at the edge of their muzzle.

turning their head slightly as he entangled lavender into their mane, they gave a soft puff of interest, the scent reminding them of their childhood nest. "help with the fever and sweating ...", they rumbled faintly, curling their tongue about the aforementioned berries with a low growl, their muscles aching. "good gods ... that feels so much better. thank you malak, i'm unable to get the scales just below my mane. asteri used to do it for me.", their voice trembled at the mention of a man that they had not had in their life in so very long. pushing the pain aside, the great dragon relaxed once more,
pliant to what was requested of them.