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THE WAR-MAKER

golden lung dragon & black jaguar w/ vitiligo. god of war - ancient. they/them/he/his. formerly blind. wind element & electric element. firstborn son of jerisidie lingré & current head of family. courting --. mentally moderate. physically hard.

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Burden of water upon body, breath quiet and shallow, lapping of water against scales. Lonely the battle-scarred god, afloat at sea in their defeat by their own self in war with their mind. Eyes closed, letting the current take them where it wished - hours, days, months spent at sea and covered in grime, growths of other creatures and seaweed. Given longer they could become a living ecosystem, much like the stories they'd heard as a child of lion turtles, though that they were not.

Brush of sand between talons before evident made embankment beneath scaled paws, hulking behemoth presented a shoreline that they might climb upon and rest. water dripping from mane and down chiseled hide, few the region untouched by scar tissue upon great scaled monster. Head once nearly submerged now ducking under for cool reprieve from sunlight with rest of long body before they would gather their legs underneath them and plod onto beach of the swamp.

Shaking their head with a booming yawn, would dragon of war's servitude glance upon the trees they at times stood level with, noting the area within their mind. So long ago, they'd been to these lands in another approach, as the Pharoah of the fallen Rosebloods. They had met faces here, faces they wondered if ever they would meet with and see again. The notion that they were of few to remain in this feral land from their beginnings so long ago, gaze cast down to metal band around talon, a collar they wore in smaller bodies, reminiscent of their wedding band to their chickadee. Foreign the notion that such short-lived passion could rise from the grave after murderer had been slain and torn asunder, dearly missed the cheery presence that alone could keep them in place. Tearing gaze away with a croaking croon, lifting head and releasing a roar that shook through the trees, announcing their arrival in the fastest way they could think of.