I WASN'T FIGHTING // tissue paper ghosts

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THE KINGPIN

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

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quiet the pawsteps, soft murmurings of greetings to patrons within common room, hearth's glow and warmth drawing in the tired and weary. patrol clung to them, dispersing with shaking of snow from pelts, numbed toes kissing the warmed wood. pausing long enough to slip weary body under furs, father would approach, breath sweet with cider and mulled wine, dark circles below eyes. weary their bones, exhaustion wreaking havoc on their body and mind. shaking their head, freeing the last of ice and snow from whiskers, would the kingpin come to the warmth of the inn's hearth.

ears pricking, they turned their head to observe sloan, gaze soft as they listened to hir words, asking gently, "who don't you want to lose, wee one?", they asked softly, coming closer with a yawn. their paws ached from their recent patrols, but they wouldn't dare to pass up the option to spend more time with their child.