they keep calling me, beckoning >> RAID ON BANDITS!

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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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the pawprints leading to the inn were new, snow freshly packed down by many paws, the moon high above, sharing it's cold light upon the bodies gathering outside of the inn. breath misting around muzzle and whiskers bowed with frost and new ice, blue eyes cutting through the darkness, the kingpin making their own arrival. standing tall and firm in the shelter of the inn, their gaze cut around each member standing before them, their chest swelling with pride, and a fear so deeply set into their bones. they were leading each and every one of these beings into what could very possibly be their death. words trembling in their chest, they turned their head to the sound of approaching pawsteps, ears flicking to stand up, a bag resting at their side. watching as more bodies filed into the courtyard, they gave a low exhale, relieved by the knowledge that their allied group would soon come to their aid. everyone here knew the chances were 50/50 of making it out alive.

taking a deep breath and holding it, the kingpin would pace among their groupmates, ensuring that each and every one of them had some sort of armor, be it leather or metal. pressing noses to shoulders, to heads, grounding their mind, taking in the face of every fighter here, their heart swelling. pausing to help some fighters into their armor, the kingpin would pause, sharing soft words of encouragement to each member there. they committed each face to memory, each name to face and scent to each individual. turning away, they would wait for palmclan to arrive, their jian hitting against their hip, brows drawn together in thought. their own armor rested within the bag near them, to be carried to the battlefield.

they would be the one to lure the bandits out, having planned such a thing out with their groupmates. when the warriors of palmclan would arrive, they rumbled lowly, sitting at the head of the gathered bodies, ready to share the plan for their victory. "everyone! i need your attention up here!", they would roar, gathering the eyes of those present. clearing their throat, they looked once more over everyone, "first of all, i want to say that it does good to see all of you here, friend or family, to help us drive out the enemy. everyone has endured a lot of suffering, and i am proud of you all. this is the last time we will have to fight these individuals, the last time we will have to endure pain and loss at their paws.", they growled, claws digging into the frosted soil beneatht them. "next, i want to let you all know of our plan. i want you to split into two teams: team a and team b. team a will be circling to the back and sides of the bandits' camp. team b will be approaching from the front and from the forest side. i will be leading the charge at the head of team b, and i will be going in solo. i will lure the bandits out from their camp, and once i have drawn them out, i want team a to rush in and force them from their camp. they have made camp between our midlake towers and the coastal forest, in a valley nestled in between, close to the lake. i will circle back and join ranks with team b. team a, i want you to be the heaviest with numbers, and team b with the lightest. team a, you should consist of the swiftest and most nimble fights, with the heavy duty fighters going to team b.", they rumbled out, falling quiet should anyone have any questions. "alithians, i want you to welcome the warriors of palmclan, and our own esteemed guests, into our ranks to fight with us as family members. fight well and fight hard, everyone. dum spiro spero - while i breathe, i hope!", came their final words before going to oversee the teaming up of fighters. once every able-bodied individual had been split up, they would wait, heart beating in their throat, ears drawn back as they exhaled, ready to change bodies to the one to draw the bandits out from hiding.