Lost, scattered so suddenly and once more dowsed in aqua. Less sensitive specifies assumed the islands had simple orbits but those whom clutched to the under side  stone knew otherwise. The aligned paths changed so suddenly Reaver was left with iron black claws dug into rock allowing rushing water to hide him away from the searching eyes. Unfortunate was hardly fitting as above young of all sorts danced about under the sight of their parents. Anxious to disappear the surface of his skin soon flushed clear as camouflage for day. Sure enough with passing moments he needed to move when a child looked off the side of the abruptly ending grass.

Reaver left with no choice but to lurch away launched upward exhaling to send any water resting on his scale away. Sure enough airborne he caused a short shower of water on the youth whom squealed with awe at the sun gleaming off his scales which trying to adapt to new light levels flushed brilliant gold. while he became a distraction for the others of his kinda to scatter to their home. Updraft pulled him skyward towards the island above but in vain he was now being intensely stalked by the eyes of parents. Once again he grasped a island using his scythe style tail.

Instantly he shot upward even faster like a bullet towards one of many larger islands above. As if clockwork he would sink into the rocks below an island frequented by even more creatures but originally the island about a mile east from it's current position completely dismantling his pin point sense of distance. Unloved he land on the grass surface after scuttling up the side swinging the blade edge behind him. The moment he touched down a dozen creatures jumped to the defense of their ilk leaving Reaver once more needing to make haste.

Now mid lunge his scale returned to pitch black including his mane turning black in suit. Every step a good 10 solid feet as he continuously made way forward with grass ripping up behind every clawed step until he was going in the same direction as Fae but it was her misfortune to be used a launch board. Sure enough her shoulders rested in his class and with a swish his feet on her back he pulled the poor miss the opposite direction before it happened. With a gruesome amount of force he used her wings and back to launch from horizontally essentially allowing him to take off a speed thunder wyren reached amongst storms. 

Wings barely out he shot away from the screaming crowd like a fighter jet mid air until he reached one of few sun bleached zone. Straining to turn mid air he fully opened his arms to slow down and lower until with the sound of soil curling apart he was stopped by the motion of pushing his claws into the ground soon tumbling in image of a draconian lizard blown out a cannon left finally to stop barely sheltered beside a good sized banana tree. His body with bits of dry grass over almost everywhere while he spared his claws taking them from the earth before falling on his side to breathe deeply as if chained around the neck for the adventure's duration.
[@Song Book]