THERE'S GOING TO BE A WAR ♡ TYPHOON RAID

[Seakit Roux.]

IF MY LIFE IS GOING

TO MEAN ANYTHING,

I HAVE TO LIVE IT

MYSELF.

tiguar . young . he/him
demigod of the deep

Not far behind was the tiguar, though out of his element he'd been quick to travel. He wasn't winged like the majority of his family, better suited under the water than above. He beside his great aunt, eyes resting on his brother. He had one goal in mind, rescue his mother.

The sudden spark against bunker doors caught his attention at the same moment it caught his brothers, whose side he ran beside as they approached. He slipped in after Rift, swiftly moving past him. "Momma," he whined softly, gently nuzzling his muzzle against her fur. His throat tightened at the sight of her missing leg, panic rising in his chest. His gaze moved to the other prisoners, frustration causing him to lash his tail. "We need to get her out of here and get the others help," he hissed to Rift, glancing at the entrance they had come from.

He returned his attention to his mother, once again pressing his muzzle against her. "It's okay momma, we're gonna help you, but we're gonna have to lift you up." He looked at Rift, using his head to motion him over.