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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.
So Atbash was his littermate. Lingering in the depths of their mind was a partially familiar piss-colored feline with a sour attitude. Their gaze faltered at the painful memories of those gone before them, missing children and the like. They didn't know what had happened to the other members of Alithís Evgenis. They'd given up on leading and had taken their leave following the battle with the bandits. They hadn't been in the proper head then, nor now still, but this was their reality. They weren't going to turn their back and disappear again, not on more clanmates. Closing their eyes for a moment at the feelings building inside, taming the losses they knew.
"Sleep isn't an easy thing to come by. Easier to take a drink and keep things at bay for a lil' longer.", they would rumble in better answer to Arrow's question. Sleep was something they had a love-hate relationship with. Vignere, Starmap, and Arrow. A drinking competition would be fun, they found themselves thinking. It had been a long time since they'd had the company of others to share a drink with, let alone others who shared a similar sleep schedule as them. Head turning as Elsweyr as she entered, bowing their head to the lioness. Tanglewood seemed to be having a pattern of flaming lions in the seat of leadership - not that they minded. They didn't know the history of the land, and Aurum wasn't here. Their disagreements in the past weren't things to be brought up, and they were grateful for this group to have taken them in as they had.
"Greetings, Elsweyr.", they'd heard her name and appearance from the mouths of others in their stay. It would be strange for a former leader of other groups not to recognize the Luminary of Tanglewood. Taking a look back at their drink, "Scotch, I think. I can get you a drink if you'd like?", it was a friendly offer. Drinking wasn't always the smartest in intense heat, but they were a sucker for punishment. The atmosphere was one that they had learned to enjoy after years of leading their own soldiers into wars and battles they wouldn't come out of unscathed. Those years were behind them, years they would never forget, never even as they had become crowned the Imperial Prince and then Emperor. How could you forget the sacrifices of your brothers and sisters in arms, when you had survived from their sacrifices? Shaking their head abruptly, shaking back into place the fur that had lifted as if touched by ghosts, licking their scarred and interrupted shoulder fur down.
"Sleep isn't an easy thing to come by. Easier to take a drink and keep things at bay for a lil' longer.", they would rumble in better answer to Arrow's question. Sleep was something they had a love-hate relationship with. Vignere, Starmap, and Arrow. A drinking competition would be fun, they found themselves thinking. It had been a long time since they'd had the company of others to share a drink with, let alone others who shared a similar sleep schedule as them. Head turning as Elsweyr as she entered, bowing their head to the lioness. Tanglewood seemed to be having a pattern of flaming lions in the seat of leadership - not that they minded. They didn't know the history of the land, and Aurum wasn't here. Their disagreements in the past weren't things to be brought up, and they were grateful for this group to have taken them in as they had.
"Greetings, Elsweyr.", they'd heard her name and appearance from the mouths of others in their stay. It would be strange for a former leader of other groups not to recognize the Luminary of Tanglewood. Taking a look back at their drink, "Scotch, I think. I can get you a drink if you'd like?", it was a friendly offer. Drinking wasn't always the smartest in intense heat, but they were a sucker for punishment. The atmosphere was one that they had learned to enjoy after years of leading their own soldiers into wars and battles they wouldn't come out of unscathed. Those years were behind them, years they would never forget, never even as they had become crowned the Imperial Prince and then Emperor. How could you forget the sacrifices of your brothers and sisters in arms, when you had survived from their sacrifices? Shaking their head abruptly, shaking back into place the fur that had lifted as if touched by ghosts, licking their scarred and interrupted shoulder fur down.