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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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thick and low came the chuckle behind their own child, kingpin emerging from behind boulders near the trail, frosty dew thick upon whiskers and dark hairs, in their jaguar body. beads heavy upon whiskers, fresh and warm meat hung between jaws, blue eyes gazing warmly upon youth before them, fox kit making their heart squirm with warmth. long had it been since they were that body, vulpine furs overtaking the short coat of salt and pepper cobwebbing jaguar. padding forward, the kingpin gave a soft chirp, watching their child swiping at hir nose, the parent coming closer after laying down their fresh kill. padding forward, they chuckled, swiping their tongue about their maw, "Zǎoshang hǎo, sī lóng", they murmured, gaze climbing the tree before them with a chuckle.

attempting to lick hir nose, they gave a soft sound, taking in their child's soft scent mingled with the tree's own faint long-forgotten fragrance. "are you hungry?", they asked softly, amused by the sneezes, their eyes dancing in the morning light. how often they found their youngest entangled in the books within the inn, how often they came to collect hir to bring back to their nest late in the night. closing their eyes long enough to stretch and yawn, they shook out their fur, "it's a bit cold this morning, hmn?", they sounded half-asleep themself, despite the brightness in their eyes, the kingpin was becoming noticeably slower as winter began to dig it's nails in.

Zǎoshang hǎo, sī lóng -- good morning, sloan //