LMFAO BITCH ♡ TYPHOON RAID

[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