SHARPNESS THREE SHOVEL;; open - capture

[trojan g.]

[align=left]love, i don't like to see so much pain *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

[[ I may have forgotten to make a thread for this, so this happened a little bit ago. Takes place after the Iron Forged raid for herbs. ]]

The aftermath of the raid looked horrible. Herbs scattered around the floor, most in bits and pieces, though it was obvious that there were plenty of herbs missing. In a corner there was a small pile of herbs, stacked all onto itself, the scent of Torsten lingering around. If followed, his scent seemed to disappear near the store of the herbs, mingling with the smell of various Iron Forged members.

He'd been captured, taking in a bag on accident and brought to their home.


//super rushed too

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Roan was furious about what had happened to his temple. His domain – the place he felt most in control of his life – had been pillaged. All while he was trying to defend his home and make sure his family stayed alive. The soothsayer couldn't help the way that his jaw clenched as he stepped inside the temple, his tail lashing behind him as he began to inspect the damage. Unfortunately, it didn't seem as though the herbs were the only thing that had been taken in the Iron Forged's cowardly attack. He paused as the scent of Torsten reached him, his body tensing up as he investigated the scene further. It wasn't long before a string of curses left the medic, the male turning and shouting out of the temple, "MAMA! The Iron Forged took Torsten! He must... he must have been hiding in here..." He turned back towards the stores as he muttered, his face darkening with guilt. He should've been here, instead of out on that battlefield. He could've held them off.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan

[ROXANNE R.]

They had taken Torsten. Those words made her heart drop as Roxanne would make her way over with both ears perked forward with a frown on her maw. The Captain would run over immediately when Roan had called for her, she glanced around only to hiss out in anger. "Those... Fucking cowards... Attacking when all our attention was on the Coalition... They won't get away with this," Her ears would press flat against her skull as she would walk to the beaches with a soft sigh leaving her though her gaze was settled onto Roan and realized his expression, she would walk up to him brushing against her son as she would speak in a gentle tone "It isn't your fault, sweetheart... We'll get Torsten back." She would spread out her wings and attempted to wrap them around Roan,  she pressed her nose to his cheek. He wasn't small like he used to be but, she would always try to hold her firstborn in her gentle embrace.

[Simon F.M.]

The words reached Diya and drove through her chest like a blade, straight to her heart. She came forward, forcing a snarl from her face as she approached. A wave of nausea crashed over her, stifling her breath and ripping a whine from her chest. She took a struggling deep breath, giving her family a bit of space as she attempted to process. Wound scattered her light pelt but nothing that would hold her down. She cleared her throat, taking a deep breath as she kept herself steady. "I- I'll go after them, they can't have gone far," she says, moving closer and wrapper her tail around the duo as best she could. They would get her son back, she would make sure of it. SHe needed to check up on her other children, reassure herself they were safe.

[Keona.]

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keona sibéal ní faoláin.
the typhoon.
the blind dealer.
information.

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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2a4971; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px;"]Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin

Cowards.  The tiny dealer lashed her tail once as she trotted over, ears perked at the sound of her younger brother's distress.  Taking from the temple during an active battle.  Taking medical supplies.  That wasn't simple scavenging.  Taking a child.

She breathed out softly.  She'd been overeager before.  Desperate.  Furious.  When Goldie and her had been ambushed.  But it was important to think.  To move with some caution.  The Iron Forge clearly did not fight fair.  Well.  Fine by her.  She didn't either.

"It's no good to Torsten to rush after blindly, when we're still hurt 'an recovering." Diya might be okay, but she wouldn't have ready backup if something went wrong.  They shouldn't risk her too.  "Someone should scout them out.  Find out more 'bout where they went, 'an what the situation looks like.  Numbers 'an defenses."

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© MADI

[CORRUPTTIMELINES]

More strangers.

A hollow shell of a man once innocent would stand upon them, recognizing a majority of the faces. However, the one missing couldn’t come to mind. He didn’t know them, didn’t understand the broadcasted upset on their disappearance. However, he stood anyway. He stood and felt pent up anger creep up his throat like bile, and then a gruff huff shifted through his nose into the sky.

“I would help, but I wouldn’t be very nice.”

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