how do i live? [INTRO]

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Roan didn't really know all that much about Ylva, truth be told. He wasn't particularly close to any of his younger siblings just yet, but Ylva was undoubtedly the one that he knew the least about. They tended to keep exclusively to themselves, and seeing as Roan didn't live with his mama anymore, he hadn't really seen them since they were born. It was disappointing, but it wasn't as if the soothsayer could blame them. Although he had been a rather upbeat and extroverted child, he had grown far more reclusive as he had grown up. He could certainly understand the desire to stay in one's own bubble, even if he had been trying to break himself of that habit as of late. Just so that members of his family would stop coming into the temple to "check up on him," when in reality they just wanted to drag him out to some kind of social event. In some cases he ended up grateful for it, but in most cases he didn't. Instead, he just ended up bored and annoyed, waiting for the function to end.

Unlike Ylva, Roan had never really felt any dysphoria in his life, due to the fact that he was cis. However, he had dealt with the feeling of body dysmorphia, particularly lately thanks to his involuntary swap to his current zombified body. It had been lessening in intensity lately, but he still missed his old body, waiting for the day he would be able to shift once again. He particularly missed his wings, considering how easily they allowed him to traverse The Typhoon's territory as a whole. He was thinking of this as he trudged out of the temple with his satchel, going to see what herbs he was able to gather up within the jungle. On his way towards the lush landscape, Roan caught sight of both Torsten and Ylva, pausing in his tracks. He figured he should probably go over, considering he pretty much never saw them outside like this. So, after taking a deep breath, the sewed up feline padded over, clearing his throat, "Ylva...? Wow, I don't think I've seen you since... well, since mama named you. It's nice to see you out and about, like Torsten said." Part of him even considered introducing himself, but he held off on that for now. Surely his mama had told them about him?

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

— Reggan