ALWAYS SAID HOW YOU LIKED DOGS ☆ return

[roan ;]

[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Roan hadn't been gone long, he knew. A little over a week, if he was doing his math correctly. Despite this, he knew that there must've been some sort of panic over his disappearance. Still, he found that he couldn't truly regret running away. He had hurt people, and he had just needed to get away from it all, if only for a little while. Perhaps that was selfish of him, but he just didn't think he could face his mama and the others back then. Not after they had received injuries from his own powers. Thankfully, the entire time that Roan had been within the territory of the Pitt, he hadn't had any issues with his newly formed electrical powers. It seemed as though things had calmed down, for now. He could only hope that it would remain that way, or perhaps he would just need to go into exile away from everyone, just to keep them all safe. It would hurt, but it would be for the best, in the end. For now, however, it was time to return home. So, after bidding his newfound friends within the Pitt goodbye, Roan had half flown and half walked back to the island dwelling of his home, his body practically shaking with anxiety the whole way back.

The boy was tired when he finally walked over the tracks leading back into Typhoon territory, but he didn't let that stop him. Clenched in his jaws was a small wrapped package, bought from the marketplace within the territory of the Pitt. It was meant to be a piece offering for his mother, after what he had done. Roan was faintly panting as he let the package drop to the ground, heaving the upper half of his body against the bells to get them ringing. Their sound rang out with several loud clangs, alerting anybody nearby and fairly far of the male's return. Once he was satisfied that others had heard him, Roan slumped back to the ground in a seated position, exhaustion begging him to rest. He ignored his body's pleas, wrapping his wings around himself securely. The salty scent of the Typhoon seemed almost foreign to him now, especially since he currently smelled strongly of the sandy scent of the Pitt. Despite this, the island claimed by the pirates was still his home, and he had returned to it, another month older.
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