They had decided to steal from her and her soothsayers, they had taken her children. That was the final straw and frankly, the captain wouldn't deal with it anymore nor would she let them continue to get away with this. The draconic feline was already leading her crewmates to the lands that belonged to the Iron Forged, she used her earth elementals to shift around the earth that they walked upon to push away the hotter rock away. If they were going to get burnt well, then it should be by the enemies and not the land that they would trek upon. Roxanne Roux had not wanted to start her leadership like this or start fights with the smaller groups but the Iron Forged was beginning to become the flea that was continuously biting at her ass reminding her of their presence.

She would applaud them for that much but they were starting to get under her skin and she did not appreciate it in the slightest. A soft snort would leave the draconid being as she stood there lifting a wing up to gesture for her crewmates that were following her to stop. "My lovely crewmates... Let's give them a taste of what we can do unlike these cowards who raid us and take from us when another group is attacking us. Let's take some of their shit and fuck them over while we're at it." Roxanne would say in a calm voice though her pupils would narrow into dangerous slits "TYPHOON ATTACK!" And with that the small feline would take the form of a dragoness.

[b]A

V E L I N E

The sound of her momma's voice brought the small kitten out, her small paws hitting the ground rapidly as she exited. A small screech left the feline as she watched Chernabog attack her mother, the site of dragons clashing sending terror through her veins. The sight of a wingless dragon curling through the sky caught her attention and she pressed herself low against the ground. It wasn't one she recognized, there weren't many that she recognized. She simply had to close her eyes and hope that someone from the Typhoon would save her.

// roan will be saving her but, until then,

graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ winged gore jaguar

Gods below, all this shit over a little mayhem? The sleek wildcat huffed a smokey exhale as ve looked up to the Typhoon’s dragon captain. All of this for herbs? And that grumpy healer? Nah, ve knew it all came back to the ittle wittle children—despite their abundance and ease to churn out, everyone cared about the little disposable boogers. Fuck it, ve wouldn’t let anyone in the Forge die because of the snot-nosed brat that got himself captured.

Vale burst into Torsten’s holding cell, black sludge dripping off vis cheekbones as vis face melted off. The creature’s fur twitched and pulsed, as though little worms dug around in the jaguar’s flesh, and the entire pelt itched awfully. No matter. The bandit’s lips curled back, allowing putrid saliva to drip down to the stone floor, and Vale snarled a puff of black smoke.

“Get in the bag,” Vale hissed, as vis small teeth fell out of vis mouth, one by one. In vis paws, ve held the bag wide, and Vale’s baleful red eyes widened angrily the longer Torsten delayed.

Once the child finally scampered into the bag, Vale pulled the drawstring shut and tied it securely. For good measure, ve burned the rope’s knot; the synthetic fibers smoldered and fused, so the only way to release the child now was to cut through the bag’s tough leather skin.

Black feather wings sprouted like parasitic worms out of Vale’s back, and the skullfaced jaguar rose to the sky. Ve flew above the Typhoon crew attacking, heading straight for the dragon captain with the bag clutched in vis claws. The high winds stole the rest of Vale’s liquidating face, until gleaming white bone glistened in the sunlight.

“YOU WANT YOUR SNOT-NOSED SHITSTAIN OF A CHILD?!” Vale shrieked, stopping a distance away from the tangling dragons. Cherna and Roxanne’s fight was nothing to scoff at, and the comparatively tiny bandit had no desire to get caught in their draconic struggle.

Vale waved the bag for effect—hopefully Torsten would scream something and prove Vale was telling the truth—but Vale didn’t think highly enough of the child’s intelligence to expect he’d be smart enough to do so. So Vale attempted to thwack the bag with a paw as ve added, “Say something, brat.”

And, with that, Vale sighed dramatically, held out the bag, and dropped the bag.

The kid would probably die on impact with the ocean below, but, whatever. Vale didn’t give a shit about that—but the dragon bitch queen going after him? Might give Cherna an opening to kill her, or cause the idiot to realize she and her pirates should leave now they got what they came for. Not to mention since, obviously, the dragons were having a field day with the pirates who dared step foot on their home turf.

[member=16444]torsten f.m.r.[/member]
[member=901]ROXANNE R.[/member]