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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.
A loud rippling growl announced the Patriarch of the Lingré line, their jaws spread in a deep yawn. Shaking their body out, blinking away sleep, the elder dragon made their way forth, following the voices, "Arguments are best left for negative places. Negative places are not home, unless provocation is given.", came their rumble as they plodded forth. They had initially invited their son to come find them wherever they were, when they'd left him with the ability to survive as a youth. When they'd lost everything again.
Scarred face pointing downward, bending their neck down towards Poppy, "He is my son. My youngest hatchling, though now grown. The eldest resides here with us as well. This is all that's left of them.", they would rumble with a tone of pride to their voice. The former Kingpin of Alithís Evgenis turned a gaze upon Atticus, "Explorers know of alliances and standing. Politics are dangerous minefields, it is a necessity for them to learn of politics and standing of groups close to them. Would you travel without a map? I think not, if you do not know the land."
They hadn't been there for the wolf's joiner, but from how Arrow spoke they could assume it had not been peaceful. He might be trying to defend the borders of Tanglewood, but this was not a cause for passive aggressiveness. Their own arrival here would have been more warranting of an aggressive reaction than their adult child. A deep booming snort escaped them as they cleared their throat, tail twitching side to side. They'd been sleeping a fair amount lately, sleeping through a good amount of important happenings. They couldn't hold it against themself - grief was a difficult thing to handle and they knew they were old.
Scarred face pointing downward, bending their neck down towards Poppy, "He is my son. My youngest hatchling, though now grown. The eldest resides here with us as well. This is all that's left of them.", they would rumble with a tone of pride to their voice. The former Kingpin of Alithís Evgenis turned a gaze upon Atticus, "Explorers know of alliances and standing. Politics are dangerous minefields, it is a necessity for them to learn of politics and standing of groups close to them. Would you travel without a map? I think not, if you do not know the land."
They hadn't been there for the wolf's joiner, but from how Arrow spoke they could assume it had not been peaceful. He might be trying to defend the borders of Tanglewood, but this was not a cause for passive aggressiveness. Their own arrival here would have been more warranting of an aggressive reaction than their adult child. A deep booming snort escaped them as they cleared their throat, tail twitching side to side. They'd been sleeping a fair amount lately, sleeping through a good amount of important happenings. They couldn't hold it against themself - grief was a difficult thing to handle and they knew they were old.