let me burn away the sins ? malak

[bai shi ⦸]

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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.

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the struggle of the living left behind was something the dragon knew well, they'd suffered so long, for so very long when their mother had grown sick and their father had been away at war through their childhood. they'd known the scent of death lingering too close to bear, the scent of blood on the air. they knew the taste of blood in their mouth and throat, the maddening taste of death within it, a tease, a temptation of what was to come in the future. it became an instinct, to know when death was descending upon the mortals. upon the unlucky.

deep inhale of breath, damp air filling lungs and blood, a familiar blood. a blood they knew, a blood that belonged to a bird that they could easily swallow in one bite. malak. their malak. their bird. their ... just theirs. a snarl built from the depths of their lungs, the shrill cry from malak, the shrill cry echoing in their ears as clarity returned to blind eyes. "malak!", came the ferocious roar, the summons of a battlecry upon their lips. their friend was hurt. they could smell him and the blood, head swinging side to side as their pace increased, the calm gait having left them. deeper yet was the growl escalating into a furious hiss as the golden beast loped into the view of the dangling avian. their blind gaze was roving the clearing, the trees that they couldn't see, "MALAK!", their hiss was frantic, whiskers lashing uneasily as they trod forward to the exact center of scent. there. there!

head locking onto the bird, nose filled with the scent of his blood and filling their head with a fog of bloodlust and anger, teeth snapping together in irate frustration. sensing the trap more than anything else, growling as they split their jaws. the safest way to catch him was to be underneath him while they freed him. they had many questions but his blood and the scent of his tears, everything was screaming inside of them. they needed him to be okay. he was always ok. they didn't know what they were going to do if he wasn't. jaws spread, they closed their jaws around malak and the rope keeping him captive from the branch. they felt the twine give away, immediately dropping their own head to what they considered to be a rather level degree, immediately spreading their jaws to keep the poor bird from suffocating within their maw. gently, they lowered their head towards the ground, trying to quiet their voice and thundering heart, the scent of his blood and the taste of it all but driving the beast mad with bloodlust. "malak ...", shit where could they take him? what could they do for him?

permission given! //