never supposed to leave ● alithís evgenis visit

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THE KINGPIN

golden lung dragon & black jaguar w/ vitiligo & platinum silver fox. unknown age - ancient. bai 'pure' shi 'honest' lynn lingré. prefers lynn if close. they/them. blind. wind element & electric element. firstborn son of jerisidie lingré & current head of family/general. courting kydobi, regina & idyllfields. marauder of the pitt. demiromantic gray-asexual.

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steps silent upon the ground, a beast moved with a lonely purpose, their mind distracted by scents that they swore were familiar. they came in peace, bearing a gift of a wicker basket filled with goods and items of trading worth. they could smell the sea just as clearly as they could smell the scent of a ghost of a long-dead beloved. exhaling, they cleared their nose, drinking in the scent of the sea not too distant from the tang of the ocean that their group lived above and beside. gravel crunching under their claws as the dragon began the descent down the mountain path, their body changing from their dragon body into their jaguar form, jaws spread to drag in the scents.

settling on the path, they yawned, grooming a paw and dragging it over their ear with a faint grumble, the shadows of pain and exhaustion haunting their eyes. oh what they wouldn't give to return home and rest in their den, whomever their children left in their birth home curled up against their side, stripped of all but two parents. uttering a low sun-filled growl, they turned their blind blue gaze onto the skies above, murmuring a soft question in words too soft to catch. they came peacefully, and prayed for a peaceful greeting rather than an arrow knocked to fly between their eyes.

[Warringkingdoms]

  [font=trebuchet ms]A jaguar stood at the border, with a strong yet unfamiliar scent about them. Rin's first inclination was to assume that they were tied to a group she hadn't encountered yet, but it could also just be a particularly strong loner scent. They hadn't spoken yet, so it was anyone's guess.

  As she approached the newcomer, Rin quirked a brow. She could've sworn she'd seen this person before, but... she couldn't quite place where. At most it might have been a passing glance, perhaps at a party, or even Jervis' execution (the attendance of which had been varied). Setting aside the thought, she twitched her ears and asked, "This is Elysium territory. What brings you here?"

  /ishpost

[fulzanin]

CLONY
[ age mover of the oblivions ]

Clony didn't know about the other groups. It figured that this was, actually, the only safe place. It figured that if it ventured past the border, it would again be subjected to the torment of machines that Clony was accustomed to. A little bit of peace was nice. It assured itself that such was the sole reason that it was sticking stationary in this one location for so long. A little peace was nice. People actually interacting with it was nice, too. The fluffy bat came fluttering over, landing awkwardly for a creature that wasn't meant for resting on the ground for long periods of time. It said nothing - not that it usually spoke aloud but instead through telepathy - and curiously twitched its ears, awaiting for an answer from this stranger.

TAGS 3/17/20:

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✧ Clony | Cloni
✧ physically easy, mentally hard
✧ nonbinary | it/its/they/their
✧ clan/group | rank

APPEARANCE.
✧ melanistic giant golden-crowned flying fox (ref.) | health: 100% | current body
— Clony is a giant golden-crowned flying fox with a melanistic pelt. It has grey rings around its eyes, and large floppy ears. Clony's webbed wings are mutated to be feathered, with fingers and long thumbs hidden. Clony has excessive fur covering most of its body, only ending just above the knees. Clony has glowing white eyes, where its pupils blend into the rest of their pearl like appearance.
— blood is white
— no accessories
— no current injuries

PERSONALITY.
✧ curious, ambivalent
✧ consistent, cautious
✧ unrelenting loathing for certain items and colors, hostile

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ no parents | created
✧ no family name
✧ aromantic asexual | single/not looking

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically easy | mentally hard| mental communication, elasticity
✧ will start and end fights, easy provoke | will kill
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #879191 | mention [member=12578]﹝ CLONY ﹞[/member]

MISC.
✧ based off the Clones from Frogmind's Badland
✧ Clones in Badland are time, size, and form altering creatures created by an evil called the Red Eye Association. The Red Eyes realize that the Clones are dangerous and discard them in the trash. The Clones traverse the Badlands to try and take down the Red Eye Association. They are halted briefly, but return years later after the Badlands have overgrown. This time the Red Eye Association is better prepared. The Clones are chased and killed down to their last member, who hides away in the last place where non-mechanized life is sustainable. BoB Clony arrives by the Nest Transport sending them off to another universe to regroup and learn new ways to deal with the evils of the Red Eyes.

[Malak]

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[div style="margin: auto; max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; color: #000000; padding: 8px; font-family: Courier;"] Ever since the molting Bai had been acting strange; strange to him at least. Though Malak couldnt exactly tell them to 'take it easy, your a little sick right now, please rest' he was in no place to do so. The crow safely tucked himself between the shoulder blades of the jaguar after his wings had gotten weak. The bird had gotten out once or twice when his wings had their rest. Hoping off the small dip, leaving a few black feathers behind. "Elysium territory?" he cawed. Turning his head towards the creature on the other side of the border. "Then that means you must be Rin!" he flapped his wings, then pinning the behind his back. Each season, a special murder of crows would gather and write all that had been new the season then and now, Rin and Bai had been written about quite often. "It's a pleasure to meet you!" he croaked..

[spacexual]

Public relations with the groups was something the lion cub knew better than anything, really. And that, honestly, was not saying much. But, it was one of the few things they'd found themself truly interested in while in their youth, not having too many hobbies aside from the standard survival ones passed on from their father. After all, their father's livelihood was shattered by that very thing of public relations. One individual, in particular, ruining the image in its entirety, taking away parts of culture that wasn't hers to mettle with, harming what was once a place they'd be considered like an heir to. But things were different now, and they had goals that couldn't really be discussed. They would take time to succeed, they knew. In the meantime, here they remain. If she had seen them, she would not be able to guess where they'd gone. And being here, she would be unlikely to visit anytime soon. They were safe to carry on. They still had plenty to learn before they'd be ready, they knew this, and so confirmed the whispers in their ears. There was still so much to do for the young lion.

While they could claim to have great knowledge of the history of the main groups, any knowledge regarding the less large ones would be limited, and they would find themselves approaching slowly, expression curious. Their nose twitches, standing behind the rest, as they look over the dragon and raven, saying nothing for now, simply taking in the scene. They seemed to have come with a purpose.

oh,  heave the oceans do —  won't you?

[Hope Arcanium]

Alithis Evgenis? She had heard of them and had made a mental note to make a visit at some point in time, but they were here now to speak. That was more convenient for the god as she approached to stand beside Rin, offering a soft pat on her friend’s shoulder as comfort, if she was willing to accept it.

She then turned her gaze to Bai Shi and the raven, tilting her head curiously. Where did the bird hear about them? That was a little strange to Player. But it was also to be expected, as this world had always managed to surprise her in one way or another. Like with her godhood. She didn’t know she had such status until she nearly died and... ‘activated’ it? Was that the right term? She wasn’t sure.

“I haven’t seen another dragon in a long time.” Playerone murmured to herself mostly, remembering her own dragon form that she barely used, but definitely had. Perhaps it also changed with this new status of hers...