trouble on the horizon }} typhoon on the island + tanglewoods arrival

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BUT THE DEVIL'S NOT INTO DETAILS

They had been quiet, observing their groupmates from the air for a while. The trip to the island had been fun, as it could be for one with wings. As of late, they'd taken to riding the coastal winds and exploring the island from far above. It wouldn't be good if the island was inhabited when they had first come ashore. Rolling through the air in a bank, the Icarian letting out a joyful chirp as they played with one of the local avians trying to chase the hybrid from it's conceived 'flying grounds'. Their playfulness was all too quick to come to a halt as they folded their wings, tumbling about a bit more before they hovered in a gale, blue and orange eyes locking onto the distant sight of ships. Wait. The Typhoon were the only ones to have ships, right? They had heard about the boats commissioned by Tanglewood of course, but they didn't think the swamp dwellers were capable of having enough guts to come this way and pick a fight, let alone upon the ships that had been built for them. Apparently they would have to change that opinion.

Folding their wings into their body, the Icarian dive bombed to down below where they could see everyone coming front and center to face off against the members of Tanglewood that trapezed onto their island. A low sound escaped them as they snapped their wings open and glided to a stop on top of a boulder, bending down to growl from their perch on it. They didn't have words to say, keeping their thoughts to themself mostly.

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credit to teef