BUILT THIS BOAT TO LAST || MEETING 4/09

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THE WAR-MAKER

golden lung dragon & black jaguar w/ vitiligo. god of war - ancient. they/them/he/his. formerly blind. former hp of AE & RB. wind element & electric element. firstborn son of jerisidie lingré & current head of family. member of tanglewood. courting --. mentally moderate. physically hard.

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The call of a meeting held by another apart from their own lips was a pleasant change they felt in the same regard as Vignere. The weight of leadership was a cruel weight that could either make or break the one that bore such a thing. There were those within this group that would seem unsettled by their serpentine draconic form, and they had little energy left to return to a body different from this one. Once had they been small, now remaining in corpse of golden dragon, resting at the back of the gathering, a silent guardian as they crouched upon the turf.

General much of the meeting, discussion of promotion, warning and greeting. The standard topics to cover within. Gaze would sharpen with curiosity upon words next spoken, of a prisoner held after an attack made upon a member of tanglewood. Speech of the Pitt found their ears, such things making them squint. Much had they missed out upon - it seemed that Gael had been made Ardent at some time through recent paths. They had their own questions, unknowing of the death of Aurum, or most of what had happened in their disappearance years back. Talk of the Coalition caused their eyes to narrow, unaware of Stryker's own demise, White lion king, what have you let your group fall to. Visitors? Ninazu would have driven them off. they would think, storing this information to later inquire about. Once they had allied themself with the Coalition, when Alithís had been around, before the war with the bandits brought them to ruin.

Spread of jaws in quiet yawn, not wishing to startle any. Vigilant their gaze as Suvi departed, the female tickling a strand of thought in their memories - they remembered something about her, though little the recollection they held. Gaze turning to the others before Arrow spoke her piece, their eyes narrowing at the dark pelted criminal. He was too much alike to Kydobi in pelt and size - a draw of the air carrying his scent confirmed he was not the one they thought of. Grim the gaze they bestowed upon him, memories flashing to a time long ago, when Jervis had been in a place so similar to this, with a blood thristy crowd calling for his death. His own children had been there to watch, this punishment not as cruel as the fallen vile fox's own.