Really, spirits were pesky creatures. argus had spent years watching them, mostly out of duty but half parts morbid curiosity. While most didn't turn into the specified class of "hollow" that she was trained to hunt, a good portion did. The few that somehow broke out of the process where simply spirits. Some trapped in a deal with a demon and some wondering listlessly; However, the end result was all the same. Spirits will twist contort as time passes. They will forget what it was like to live and only remember being dead. Slowly their memories fade, their morals do too. The easiest way in knowing how old a spirit was was how ruthless, how bloody it was and that: was down to a simple science.

The scent that twisted the air was common, not quite-rouge, but distinct. It held something far more subtle, the breath of the sea, the forest greens. Intoxicating that wasn't detectable to a normal mortal, but to a soul eater it was the scent of power. She was trained to hunt creatures like this. Hunt and devour, or hunt and send to the afterlife. It was a shinigami's duty to make them pass on, without judgment. So the spirit can be either destroyed or given another chance to know what living feels like. It was the hollow in her that craved, that sent her teeth a dull ache and made the yawning hunger in her leap to the front of her mind.

It was easy to forgo by the knowledge that they were trying to draw them out for a reason. Easy to forget that they weren't calling to her out loud but calling out all the same. Like a rabbit screaming in pain, the wolf did not come to help but to kill. To hunt in both senses, she licked her own maw, wings pressed along her back as she watched the group alongside the beach. She only had eyes for two- the first two. It was easy to forget that she had control when the beast, the hollow inside her screamed in victory at such a fine meal laid out in front of her. It's been so long since she had indulged- she was so hungry.

" You should not be here." Argus spoke aloud as she approached, but she gave the distinct feeling that she was only talking to [member=323]fish[/member] and [member=67]beck.[/member] Her once dull red eyes were now rimed with a black instead of white. Splotches of silver shining within the red coloration not making her beastly, but monsterous all the same. "I will give you five seconds to leave before I make an example out of all of you." She licked along the outside of her maw and grinned, on edge and ready to fight- to hunt all the same.

Pincher was a troublemaker. His crew were troublemakers. They were called "warbound" for a reason, if Pinch was going to lead an evil group, then he would commit to the title of being seen as such. So, when he had first met Beck and heard the taunting voice of the ghost, Pincher was fueled with the desire to create chaos between the two groups. He knew the risks that could become of his sly manipulative tactics but hell, pirates were a form of criminals so it wasn't as if he was stepping out of line. He remembered his first meeting with his crewmates, explaining that they curve away from Snowbound and the Ascendants, to direct their attention solely on Tanglewood. "Make them feel special" was his aspect of the whole shit show, might as well let the slime lovers get a little fun action. They were swamp folk, they needed all the exercise they could get. So, when his recently promoted Striker had gone out to snatch one of their members, the gangster appeared quite eager to see the outcome of this. If they were going to be seen as "low" for snatching up someone that was blind, Pincher would have been disgusted by the stupid ideal that blind people were harmless. Unlike most, the Typhoon took whoever they sought fit enough to fight and if they really were believing that just because someone was blind meant they were soft, Pincher really needed to teach them to break away from such a stupid ass stereotype. He knew anyone was capable of being dangerous and was going to treat a handicapped creature like a normal fucking creature. With cruelty and well...a lot of hitting. He remembered catching sight of the unconscious wildcat, amused that it had been that easy to sneak in and snatch one up, perhaps he could go out and have some fun himself in capturing a little Tanglewood leech.

The laidback figure of the Captain had been enjoying his time inside the Capricorn Tavern, laughing with other members about some dumbass sea jokes that he was able to think of at the top of his head. Heavy chuckles erupted out of his jaws as he finished his last pun of the night before deciding to leave, knowing that he should probably take one final patrol out...or he was just using it as an excuse to go out and enjoy a nightly trek. Though he knew that there could be possibility of sirens out in the night, singing their tempting hypnotic voices to lure in his crewmates and perhaps himself. He had heard tales about it and was positive that the sea creatures still swam in the waters around Paradis Island but for now, he would keep his nerves and remain calm. He stalked around, an unlit cigarette bouncing gently against the edges of his lips as the doberman hummed softly an old sailor tune as he walked over the smooth sand hills, his powerful legs still getting used to the energy that one had to have to walk in sand. He didn't really mind it since it was a decent workout and it literally made his Typhoon crew stay on their toes. Every choice he made had a reason, an explanation. So when he heard the explosive ringing of bells and a croaky familiar voice follow it, Pincher's snake-like blue eyes narrowed and a coy smirk curled the corners of his lips as he halted near the splashing foamy outline of the ocean waves. He glanced down before deciding to slip into the waves, a small sigh of relaxation of his lungs as he felt the cold waves soak his entire figure. He waded in it for a bit before stepping out, his obsidian pelt now completely drenched and outlining the hardened muscles beneath his fur as he pushed onward to his demanding visitors.

As he reached the others, his half-lidded cool arctic blue eyes fluttered to the Tanglewood members and his own crew. He raised a fictional eyebrow, mentally contacting Bonnie to sound the alarm for other members to know that they had company. His velvety pointed ears pricked as he could faintly hear the screeching of her at Barracuda Bay but he decided to focus instead onto the silly little show that the poltergeist and some scaly crocodile chick that was repeating things like she was some sort of puppet. He let out a small snort, gnawing softly on his wet cigarette with boredom before glancing towards Argus and Guru. They were good fighters and trusted they would defend the island without much trouble. The soaked doberman did not move and simply leaned back onto his haunches, his scarred facial features showing a placid expression. "Wow, very creative. Never heard that shit before. Anyways, kiddo, the hell you want?" He stated with a sly smirk on his caramel brown muzzle before turning his attention towards Amunet, noticing the bejeweled wildcat stating her refusal of leaving without...without...fuck what was his name? Pincher's fictional brows furrowed as he thought for a second on who the fuck she was talking before letting out a small "ah!" before adding "You mean Vlad?! Oh sorry, Two-face but we don't really think you would want him back. I can hardly recognize the fucker anymore, his face got hit so many times, I mistook his eye for his nose!" An eruptive fit of laughter escaped his toothy jaws, his broad shoulders softly shaking as the male tipped his head to the side, noticing that someone else had decided to join, some weird ass dude with a fetish for masks it seemed.

Yet, the scent of Tanglewood was still strong even in with the ocean's salty breeze still trying to scrape away the mucky smell. He wrinkled his dark ink black nose as he went to a standing position, his figure stilled relaxed but there was there seemed to have a sudden change in his aura. "Holy Agwe, you leeches still stink of gator shit, here let me help ya out." Pincher added as he gave his pelt a heavy shake, the large droplets of salt water removing themselves from his coat and suddenly sharpening to become small piercing icicles that shot towards the Tanglewood group like a swarm of arrows. Glancing briefly towards Argus and Guru, he flashed a quick grin of wild eagerness as he barked "Girls' night out! Go wild!" With that, he turned around, stepping forward to attack anyone that still wanted to "raid" his crew. Not much of a raid but oh well, he liked making the best out of boring situations.
"SPEECH"