LMFAO BITCH ♡ TYPHOON RAID

[ROXANNE R.]

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.

[SirDio]

The coming storm. The swirling of the clouds fueled a primal animal inside the dragon, and the coming storm of The Typhoon just made it worse. She saw them coming from her flight above and her claws were prepared. She flew back to the mountain and screamed from the gates, "The Typhoon have arrived - get your asses out here and fight for your home and the prizes we won." She didn't wait to see if anyone would follow as she turned back around and, with a screech of a double bass, attempted to slam herself into Roxanne, moving to bite down hard on her left wing and twist violently.

Chernabog 'Cherna' - Ironfolk - Iron Forged - Female

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[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

The call of war echoed throughout the territory of the Iron Forged, and Roan had never been more glad to hear it. The sound of his mama's voice caused his head to shoot up, stumbling onto his aching paws as he headed out. He would finally be able to return home. It had only been a few days since he had been captured by Kliment and dragged into this hellhole, but that was long enough. The soothsayer was tired of being away from his proper home, as well as his temple, and Paintbrush. He felt newfound energy running through his limbs as he navigated the sprawling walkways of the Iron Forged's territory, hugging walls and grinning as he wasn't seen. Much like when the Iron Forged had come to steal herbs from The Typhoon, the ensuing chaos of the raid was proving to be a great distraction. It was enough for him to almost reach his escape route, although he knew he'd have to go through the battlefield in order to get home. That alone was enough to make him hesitate, a knot of displeasure forming in his chest. He needed to get home. He wasn't about to get caught by one of those damn Iron Forged members again, not when freedom was so tantalizingly close.

The frustration bubbling and coiling in his chest soon grew, spreading out to his limbs and draping over his head. Before he knew it, his frustration had morphed into something tangible. His form twisted and grew, soft fur giving way to green and silver scales, as well as a mane of red hair running down his back. By the time his transformation was complete, he stood tall as a large Eastern dragon, surprise gripping him. It seemed as though it wasn't just Roxie and Trygve that could harness their family's draconic blood. Regardless of his own surprise at the shapeshifting, Roan knew he couldn't afford to waste any time. The wind seemed to bend and shift around him as he took to the air, flying high above slipping out while fighting took place down below. The medic hesitated in the sky only momentarily, his gaze scanning down below for any sign of Torsten, or anyone else to grab on his way home.

( he will be escaping!! )

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

— Reggan

[kinglykingstone]

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V E L I N E

Do you walk in the meadow of spring?
Do you talk to the animals?

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,

— Reggan

[rhosmari]

FIRE AND "BRYMSTONE"

At the sudden and loud call of Chernabog the King would seemingly rise from a slumber. His limbs that were once locked in stillness shivered and shook. Slowly empty sockets slowly filled with purplish blue orbs and he tilted his head suddenly, the cracking of bones and scraping of teeth against the ground before the creature pushed himself to his paws. Great, just when he was getting a good rest in something like this had to happen. He wasn't fearful of the consequences an outsider and an accident would bring upon them. No, he accepted it and embraced it. After all if they hadn't retaliated then that would make the Typhoon seem weak. Of course he knew they would come charging into the depths of their territory and one that they did not know. The beast merely moved from the geysers he had been soaking in, napping in to slip his way through the thickly thorned jungle. Ah, they were dragons. Amusing. Though he doubted that they fought like the feral dragons that called this place their home. Curling his skeletal tail that cracked with chitin and bone he would slip his way further and look on as Chernabog met one of them with her teeth and claws. He frankly didn't mind a fight, didn't mind a battle and rather they won or lost mattered little.

He had no plans to actually keep the little worms that had ended up on his lands. They were nuisances, screaming at him over nothing. He hadn't kidnapped him after all but they were held here and could be killed at his leisure. Why they thought that this was the best choice of action he did not know. Still the Dragon tread with ease, keeping a low profile as he decided to look for Vale as things began to heat up. Vey were sure to be close by he knew, he could almost feel it. His everchanging love though he wondered what vey would think of this situation.

AND I'M BACK TO MY WAYS, CAUSE I'M HEARTLESS
SEVEN YEARS I BEEN SWIMMING WITH THE SHARKS NOW

Reggan

[VALE]

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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]

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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