what was right is wrong ◍ drinking,

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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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The heat was something they had grown used to when they'd lived within The Pitt. If anything, it was a comfortable thing for them now, although everyone else struggled to remain comfortable. They hadn't heard much of the others, remaining solitary as was their nature after losing everyone that had once mattered to them. Silence ringing in their head, an around them - not even the bugs wanted to be out in the heat. The night was cooler but only by a little.

They were headed for the tavern, their mind a mess. There were too many painful things on their mind. It was somewhat close to the anniversary of fall of The Rosebloods, and everything only hurt even more. Breath shaking in their lungs, golden dragon in their black jaguar body, gray and white overtaking a good majority of it. Their gaze was tired and weary, though their thoughts were not so easy to see.

Stepping within, getting themself a drink as they waited for the few other brave beings to venture into the less intense night. Perhaps there would be others who dared to drown themselves in liquor. Their eyes closed as they sat alone for a moment, eyes half lidded as they re-opened, mind on faraway things.