you could wake up faceplant down in a gulley man ● FAKHIRA

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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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They could see her reaction, and it was enough to tell the that something was going on between her and this family member of hers. They certainly didn't look alike but the similarity in the scent had been enough to confuse them. She answered that she did have family in The Typhoon. Good, they weren't losing their mind.

Her littermate? A sympathetic glance. Siblings could be a handful, and they knew it. They'd lost their littermates to time and circumstance. Their gaze softened as she looked at her paws. Did the two not get along? Warned them? For the barbed tongue the other carried?

Giving a soft shake of their head they gave a smile, "I'm a dragon, Fakhira. Words of little beings can't hurt me. You don't need to worry about warning me. I've experienced enough war that sharp words just bounce off.", he murmured softly. "Are you going to be alright? I don't know the situation between you two, but your body language tells me that its not a good one.", their voice was soft.