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THE KINGPIN

golden lung dragon & black jaguar w/ vitiligo & platinum silver fox. unknown age - ancient. bai shi lynn lingré. proper chinese name is lin bai. prefers lynn if close. they/them. blind. wind element & electric element. firstborn son of jerisidie lingré & current head of family/general. courting delilah evergarden & halo mercer. kingpin of alithís evgenis. demiromantic gray-asexual. parent of veris, arvin, leoku, erian, flos, kekhai, evarhi, and laeglin. elder brother of ramona and hope, uncle of quennel and cosette.

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the blustering kiss of the wind was more than enough to drive the most sane back indoors, but sanity is not what kept the shapeshifter outside in the wind. patrols had been lacking, prey was flowing strong and there had been no sign of bandits since the partial collapse of the cliffside buildings. reasons that belonged to the shifter alone brought them out along the territory's perimeter, their daughter's twisted body laying at the forefront of their mind.

taking the crest of the hill before them, a scent they wished that they never would have smelt again reached their nose, faint but ever so real. they recalled the memories of their days spent in the pitt, when stryker had been the ardent, and when ninazu herself had tortured them for some time. taking a deeper breath, they rumbled, some amount of their distracted mind put to rest at the lack of the lioness' scent. striding down the lip of the hill, the melanistic jaguar bodied kingpin approached the albino lion kingpin, "they're here.", they announced as they came towards him, "hello stryker, it's been well over a year now. no hard feelings, hey?"

oh, they remembered jervis and his claiming of having captured the lions who had held the group in their paws. little were they to know that the fallen ardent now had his own group once again. "been a long fuckin' time. where's the missy? back home?", they wouldn't let their mind wander back to that time when she had them captive, before sephiroth came to rescue them. how foolish they had been then, fooled by silken words by the ones they thought friends - not that any of the pittians would have befriended them.

they were oblivious to the chill of the air, pondering on if they should extend a wall of shelter to him - he looked rather miserable and already quite chilled here in the autumn. how hilarious it would be to see him in the winter, floundering through snow. putting aside their internal amusement, they cleared their throat, "what brings you to my home, stryker? i'm not entirely sure if i should say that i'm glad to see you for it's been so long. but it is good to know that another survives this long despite the vines of fate and karma.", were they pleased by his appearance? not completely but he seemed rather healthy - they did not wish to engage in a fight that would deplete their energy when it may be needed at any time.