The Salamander, Natsu Dragneel's Flames

Natsu Dragneel looked into the deep blue sky as he stood on air, his feet covered in fire blasting below him to act as rockets and propel him forward at will. The flames on his hands matching those below his feet as his eyes shifted down to the mountain that lay below him on the calm island of Krakatoa, his birthplace. This island had erupted sometime during the 1800's, releasing such power as Natsu fell back to the earth, his fast clashing with the island. This had caused two-thirds of the island to be blasted off while the volcanic eruption alongside Natsu cause earthquakes that sent tidal waves thousands of feet tall in all directions from the island outward. His birth had been one of the most destructive natural disasters of all recorded history, killing some 34,000 people as the volcano unleashed its pent up rage and blazing hellfire. His face gave way to a frown at the memory of finding out he was responsible for the deaths of 34,000 or so people, sending them all to the Soul Society and Hell respectivly. It wasn't a good feeling, being responsible for deaths but he knew he couldn't waste time thinking about that. He had to grow strong to protect those around him who could not protect themselves. With that in mind, he looked to the Island below once more, Anak Krakatau sat below him with new life and new care takers.

This was his island. His and he knew it. If he had to, he would go fist and fist with anyone over it, but he would not leave it behind. It was his home and Wendy's as well. for her and the other Nature Iramasha he had met, Natsu shook his head in a fashion of giving consent before dropping out of the sky quickly, falling towards his home. This place would hide the Nature Iramasha if they ever needed to escape form the world and for that he had to protect it. But then again, he could always warp here when the place was in trouble, so all would be well. But this sensation of someone coming towards the island was bugging The Salamander, forcing him to look northward as he fell to the island below him. As he landed softly thanks to his flames, Natsu Dragneel lit his hands ablaze as his feet touched the white sand beaches before the deep blue sea. Whatever it was, it was here.

The sand around him began to turn to glass and clay as the water began to boil and steam while crabs marched away from him. Birds flying in the area left as people who knew who he was ran back to their villages. It was time to fight. It was time to protect those he held dear. These people who forgave him long ago and sheltered him were all the reason he needed as his Crust became noticeable and flames poured into his hands and on his feet.