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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)
nerves ran rampant along muscle, eyes wide open, paws thundering over ground upon hearing the cry, the screams and sobs. approaching as swiftly as they could, the kingpin came at a full run, hit by the scent of blood and bandit. ploughing to a stop, the kingpin stifled their gasps for breath, gaze taking in the scene of asteri over a body they didn't recognize. coming to a stop as they approached her, they kept their distance, "asteri?", they would call her name softly, eyes locked onto the body of the fox at her paws, the musicbox beside her. their eyes took on a sullen look, noting the grief she held within her. this must have been somebody close to her .... they could tell her rage, they could see her world breaking for her. in their own way, the kingpin knew that if she sought comfort, that she would find someone to lean upon. they could only offer their shoulder silently.
they made no move to track the bloody trail into the forest, standing close yet far, waiting for when it would be permissable to close the distance between them. exhaling softly, they let their head droop, witness to her grief and loss. they could not blame her for what she might choose to do. her words rushed over them, accepting her rage and grief, steeling their resolve to take out the bandits. they had all lost too much due to this scourge upon their lands. they would speak to her later, when it was appropriate for talks of war.
they made no move to track the bloody trail into the forest, standing close yet far, waiting for when it would be permissable to close the distance between them. exhaling softly, they let their head droop, witness to her grief and loss. they could not blame her for what she might choose to do. her words rushed over them, accepting her rage and grief, steeling their resolve to take out the bandits. they had all lost too much due to this scourge upon their lands. they would speak to her later, when it was appropriate for talks of war.