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THE RETURNED
golden eastern dragon & black jaguar w/ vitiligo. god of war - 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. demiromantic gray-asexual. traveler.
A low rumble escaped from them against their will. They were in the least pleasant mood, their closest friend injured within their maw, bleeding out. Settling the anger building up in their chest, as loud as their own pulsating heartbeat that pushed at them to lay waste to the area around them. Such a feat was not acceptable, not until there was a proper enemy before them, or one who challenged them foolishly.
Calming the furious pound of their heart with blind eyes closing as they growled quietly, anxiety building in place of the anger. Thats why they were angry, they hated this feeling of helplessness, the fact that they couldn't take the pain, that they couldn't take the injury from Malak. Their body was bigger, they could handle the pain, they could handle the scars that came from the very injury that could kill him.
Deep the shuddering breath that escaped them unchecked, "Forget Olalla. Within residence are there any with medical knowledge." it was less a question and more of a demand. Not that the God could make someone magically appear with medical knowledge, or somehow explain the right things and procedures. How wonderful it would be if Aine was still around. Even someone that had herbs, they would do anything for the tiny life held so precariously in their predatory jaws. "I bring the injured back with me. I was once a Marauder of these lands.", not that the one who had given them the title of Marauder would have expected them to have left after his beheading. "I need somebody with medical knowledge to attend my friend [member=10179]Malak[/member].", but he was so much more than a friend.
Calming the furious pound of their heart with blind eyes closing as they growled quietly, anxiety building in place of the anger. Thats why they were angry, they hated this feeling of helplessness, the fact that they couldn't take the pain, that they couldn't take the injury from Malak. Their body was bigger, they could handle the pain, they could handle the scars that came from the very injury that could kill him.
Deep the shuddering breath that escaped them unchecked, "Forget Olalla. Within residence are there any with medical knowledge." it was less a question and more of a demand. Not that the God could make someone magically appear with medical knowledge, or somehow explain the right things and procedures. How wonderful it would be if Aine was still around. Even someone that had herbs, they would do anything for the tiny life held so precariously in their predatory jaws. "I bring the injured back with me. I was once a Marauder of these lands.", not that the one who had given them the title of Marauder would have expected them to have left after his beheading. "I need somebody with medical knowledge to attend my friend [member=10179]Malak[/member].", but he was so much more than a friend.