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THE KINGPIN
golden lung dragon & black jaguar w/ vitiligo & platinum silver fox. unknown age - ancient. bai shi lynn lingré. proper chinese name is lin bai. prefers lynn if close. they/them. blind. wind element & electric element. firstborn son of jerisidie lingré & current head of family/general. courting delilah evergarden & halo mercer. kingpin of alithís evgenis. demiromantic gray-asexual. parent of veris, arvin, leoku, erian, flos, kekhai, evarhi, and laeglin. elder brother of ramona and hope, uncle of quennel and cosette.
Quick and tedious were the steps of the black jaguar, white marring their darkened pelt, head down turned to the path below them, jaws spread to taste the air, feeling the lightning in their blood crawling to respond. Lifting their head up to the encroaching gray clouds, they rumbled a low breath, "Fate changes with each lightning strike ..", they murmured to themself as they exhaled, turning their head back to observe the territory that was misty and dull to their eyes. One could say that the world had ended, they wouldn't know any better. They knew what they were missing from the world without their sight, and they were welcoming of the slow return. Shaking their head, the antler-ed jaguar stepped towards the inn, squinting against the picking up winds. Sitting down after checking that the inn was empty, they cleared their throat before letting out a roar, "Let any Alithíans wishing to patrol gather here with me! We are going on a border patrol and a hike!" they boomed, paws pressing into the cobbled stones with excitement sparking upon their tongue. It was rare that they could go out in a storm, having kept to their nest and cubs when they were too young to leave. This flamed excitement through the shifter's guts, their eyes glowing with the force of the lightning inside of them.
When enough of their members had approached their curious summons, the jaguar turned their head to take in their compatriots, "we will take a patrol from the inn, around down to the path of the waterfall and along the cliffside. feel free to stop and gather what you wish, right before a storm is best to pick herbs on the cliff. we set out now.", they rumbled, eagerly kneading the ground as they leapt to their paws. they were overjoyed, they hadn't seen this territory before Goldie had blinded them - they only knew the pathways after traveling often across these lands, their eyes enlightening them as they made their way to the group of their group mates, tail flicking in astonishment at everything around them.
Exhaling softly, the jaguar bounded ahead, taking the lead of the group, paws greedily feasting upon the land that they called home, each breath bringing in a clearer sense of their surroundings, eyes glimmering for what little they could make out, Malak's help was truly paying off. They felt a strange feeling, something strange welling up into their lungs and throat. Much to their amazement, they could feel laughter slipping from their lips as they leapt between shadow and light, claws digging deep into the dry and pounded dust. Who was to say that adults couldn't have fun? There was enough stress in their world at the moment, and laughter was a good cure to the thoughts that circled their dreams and crushed their skull in the night. Spreading their jaws as they slowed to a walk, the jaguar drank in all of the scents, fur standing on end as they heard the ominous rumble from the clouds far out on the ocean, welling and towering high above the bodies below. Oh by the gods, to experience this sight again ... their heart was nearly exploding from their chest. Making a quick paced circle about the inn, they checked for fresh bandit scents, marking the trees with their scent, eyes slitted against the wind that promised the sting of rain.
Paws bringing the being from the trees surrounding the inn, they bounded outward, noticing all of the overgrown land, their tongue clucking against their teeth as they walked, paws falling into the prints that were left behind by others, gaze quiet but oh so praising of the land about them. This was their home ... they needed to protect it from now on and for the remainder of their life. Feeling the next cannonade of thunder out about the ocean, they smiled against the wind, skin prickling and sending their fur on end, small bolts of electricity jumping across their scarred pelt. They were quick and thorough with their patrol of the inn, checking its inner courtyard and outer walls for the scent of the invaders. They found nothing and began the climb towards the cliffs, their eyes taking in the shortly hewn grasses and heathers, spotting clumps of grasses and herbs that they did not recognize. Malak would know what they were for, they realised quietly as they led their patrol on against the wind. Their excitement grew untold amounts at the crash of thunder as the storm drew over the land, bringing with it rain and lightning abound, the jaguar standing at the top of the cliff in order to feel the swell of the storm against their fur, sullenly reminded of their family and friends that they had lost. Shaking their head, the jaguar led their patrol back down to the path, safe from the edges of the cliff and any dangers that awaited any unlucky being far below.
When enough of their members had approached their curious summons, the jaguar turned their head to take in their compatriots, "we will take a patrol from the inn, around down to the path of the waterfall and along the cliffside. feel free to stop and gather what you wish, right before a storm is best to pick herbs on the cliff. we set out now.", they rumbled, eagerly kneading the ground as they leapt to their paws. they were overjoyed, they hadn't seen this territory before Goldie had blinded them - they only knew the pathways after traveling often across these lands, their eyes enlightening them as they made their way to the group of their group mates, tail flicking in astonishment at everything around them.
Exhaling softly, the jaguar bounded ahead, taking the lead of the group, paws greedily feasting upon the land that they called home, each breath bringing in a clearer sense of their surroundings, eyes glimmering for what little they could make out, Malak's help was truly paying off. They felt a strange feeling, something strange welling up into their lungs and throat. Much to their amazement, they could feel laughter slipping from their lips as they leapt between shadow and light, claws digging deep into the dry and pounded dust. Who was to say that adults couldn't have fun? There was enough stress in their world at the moment, and laughter was a good cure to the thoughts that circled their dreams and crushed their skull in the night. Spreading their jaws as they slowed to a walk, the jaguar drank in all of the scents, fur standing on end as they heard the ominous rumble from the clouds far out on the ocean, welling and towering high above the bodies below. Oh by the gods, to experience this sight again ... their heart was nearly exploding from their chest. Making a quick paced circle about the inn, they checked for fresh bandit scents, marking the trees with their scent, eyes slitted against the wind that promised the sting of rain.
Paws bringing the being from the trees surrounding the inn, they bounded outward, noticing all of the overgrown land, their tongue clucking against their teeth as they walked, paws falling into the prints that were left behind by others, gaze quiet but oh so praising of the land about them. This was their home ... they needed to protect it from now on and for the remainder of their life. Feeling the next cannonade of thunder out about the ocean, they smiled against the wind, skin prickling and sending their fur on end, small bolts of electricity jumping across their scarred pelt. They were quick and thorough with their patrol of the inn, checking its inner courtyard and outer walls for the scent of the invaders. They found nothing and began the climb towards the cliffs, their eyes taking in the shortly hewn grasses and heathers, spotting clumps of grasses and herbs that they did not recognize. Malak would know what they were for, they realised quietly as they led their patrol on against the wind. Their excitement grew untold amounts at the crash of thunder as the storm drew over the land, bringing with it rain and lightning abound, the jaguar standing at the top of the cliff in order to feel the swell of the storm against their fur, sullenly reminded of their family and friends that they had lost. Shaking their head, the jaguar led their patrol back down to the path, safe from the edges of the cliff and any dangers that awaited any unlucky being far below.