the ocean call 》elemental practice

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Roan also had elementals of his own, but they weren't in the same element as Riftweaver, or Brandy. Instead, the soothsayer was able to command the forces of lightning at will, a flick of his paw bringing forth electrical shocks that could injure, as well as paralyze. It had taken quite a bit of time for him to master said powers, but he was pretty happy with where he was at these days. He didn't use them much – didn't really have to, considering his nature as a medic – but at least he had control. It wasn't like when he was a kit, and he had lashed out only to hurt his mama, and others. Now he was far more confident about his own abilities, as well as confident enough in himself. It was a nice feeling, even if it had come about as a result of him going through quite a bit of trauma.

The soothsayer's usual path around the island brought him towards the shore, looking for herbs that preferred to grow closer to the water. Unfortunately, it seemed as though he wouldn't just be having a peaceful herb picking evening. Roan paused and frowned slightly as the sea came crashing down not too far away, his ears pinning back against his head in annoyance. He took a deep breath before making his way over, coming to sit nearby just a few paces away from Keona. As he sat, the siamese wrapped his tail around his paws, muttering, "My elementals usually just respond to my emotions. You should try and make yourself angry – you might get a bit more control that way." His advice was a little spitefully motivated – he mostly just wanted to see how deep of a hole Riftweaver could dig for himself when it came to mama.

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

— Reggan