INSPIRATION GETTING HARD TO FAKE IT ☆ return from capture

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Well, he had certainly had an eventful week, now hadn't he? Trying to recover from his herb stores being stolen from, then getting captured and held in the territory of the Iron Forged, and then discovering that he could shapeshift into a dragon. Oh, and he had air elementals, if his ability to fly as a dragon with no wings was anything to go by. Honestly, everything had happened so fast that the soothsayer just wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep. Unfortunately, he knew that he wouldn't be able to do so, pausing only momentarily on his journey back home because of one little passenger – Aveline. He had no idea how she had managed to make it all the way out to Iron Forged territory, but he didn't especially care. All he knew was that he needed to get her out of there, and doing such a thing had been as simple as swooping her up carefully in his claws before he flew the hell away. After that, he had started flying back towards The Typhoon, stopping only for a few hours in order to let his air elementals recharge before he took off again.

By the time he and Aveline reached Typhoon territory once again, the medic was unable to deny that he was exhausted. The pain of his earlier injuries was returning once again, and he barely managed to make a rather graceless landing near the large bell that was usually used to signal joiners. He turned and nudged Aveline with his nose to make her aware that they were home, before he turned and shoved his claws against the bell, letting it ring out rhythmically. Thankfully, it wasn't long until he heard approaching footsteps. Not so thankfully, the exhaustion really was getting to him. It was only a few minutes before the Eastern dragon slumped forward, his chin connecting with the ground as his legs gave out. He laid on the ground momentarily before his form began to shift, and shrink, eventually becoming the small draconic feline form that he was more used to. Of course, he still looked a bit different, given the bandaged up sides of his legs, and the fact that half of one of his horns was missing.

As much as Roan just wanted to close his eyes and sleep right there, he still managed to muster up enough energy to mumble-shout, a soft sigh leaving his throat, "I'm home! I brought... brought Aveline back with me, too..." He wished he could've brought Torsten back as well, but he hadn't been able to spot the other through the chaos before he was already on his way home. He could only hope that the raid party had already brought him back before he and Aveline arrived back.

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

— Reggan