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 gave a soft rumble, shifting to their side to allow her to come closer. "You don't need to thank me, Fakhira.", they murmured gently, eyes half closed as she pressed in against them. They didn't mind the contact, and she needed the comfort. Tucking their head in closer, lifting their forearm in an attempt to put around her, their body automatically curling up to make it comfortable. Eyes sliding closed as they hummed a tune softly, tail curling up alongside the duo. They would keep her safe - they promised they would. Moving to gently try to nudge her with their muzzle as if to say it was fine to stay there, breathing a soft huff of warm air. She was fine. In fact they might enjoy this more than they should, being able to lay beside another and provide comfort.