NEW TAB: sherbet ♤ male ♡ feline ◇ tags ♧ typhoon captain

Sherbet once again in his infinite wisdom, hardly reacted to the massive lion sailing through the air, landing on the shore. His fur spiked up more, however, at the amusement in the Tanglewood Leader's eyes before a fake smile overtook his maw, "'Ello, Luminary Aesior! What a bleeding surprise~!"

His raw nerves still exposed and burning from all of the storm, being on the bloody ship here, and from the sheer anger of being followed. The Captain's ice cream visage swirled as his stripes seemed at a loss of where to sit with his puffed out appearance. Ear flicking, as he in the murkiness of his mind recognized Sorbet (his beloved brother, oh how he missed him so much before), the male extended one already unsheathed claw, the smaller feline traced the words on the scroll. Reveling in the tense silence as he slowly read the words on the paper, the soft scratching of claw on parchment for several minutes. Giving a slight hum every so often, the male flicked his green eyes up to Aesior every so often as he read.

Sherbet couldn't believe how fair (fair, how do you know what's truly fair in this state of mind, how do you know you aren't in such a state of hysterics and anger at being told something isn't yours when YOU found it fair and square first) the scroll was. But, you never got far as a scallyway without taking what you believe is rightfully yours. You don't turn your back on the crew that already has started trying to make this a home, a place to live and love. Sherbet spending his whole life trying to find somewhere to live and love, trying to put behind his memories of the Palm Glades, trying to put behind his unbidden terror at night that the Typhoon actually washed away, trying to give his crew a home, trying to string together home in places that didn't quite fit.

You are scared.

The Captain began to cackle as if possessed, the sound so rough, so broken coming from the small tabby. His lungs begging him to stop and to speak, speak, for fuck's sake TALK. A sharp grin overtook his usually mellow features, a paw (claws, why couldn't he sheath his claws, he didn't want to fight, please) on his shell necklace (they'd be so disappointed in me), "These are quite the terms, my fair friend!"

Mockingly sorrowful, he began slowly, "But, too bad you've seem to forgotten we're pirates, guv'nor. Truly, I'm sorry, but that's a lie, it's in our nature to take what we find, what we want to keep."

The air had grow cold. Silence stunned the crowd as ships rolled in, but several voices spoke up among the quiet and others took action. Morrison, ordered by Sherbet to keep his cool and keep his head down, had broken his promise already. "OI! FUCKHEADS!" came his harsh bark from the land below in an attempt to reach those up high. "I DIDN'T BREAK MY BACK BUILDING YE SHIPS FOR YOU TO SINK THE BOW OF YOUR SHIP IN OUR LAND!"

As the Tanglewooders started to cascade down from the ships and onto the shore, the fur on his body started to stand tall. He stood firm in his place. For the animals he just called 'friends' of him and The Typhoon, they weren't so friendly. Mean mugs and unsheathed claws approached with malicious intent as he watched intensely with amber eyes.

As Juniper approached, her words teasing in a serious moment, he offered a mumble in response. "Appears so." His stature lightened up in her presence, but his heart continued to pound. He attempted to lean his head into her neck and move his snout up towards her jawline, trying to nuzzle her and push her towards The Typhoon's ships. "I think you should get on the boat, okay Junebug?" came his gentle plead. He offered a weary smile to coax her further, but, knowing her, the stubbornness of the older woman would probably deny his request. Even so, with eyes wide and brows tilted back and down, he hoped she would listen.

Whether or not she listened, he would turn back. Aesior, in his lion form, had jumped down from the bow and onto the shore. A proposition, he proclaimed. Something about The Typhoon on Tanglewood's rightful land. Yeah... right. Morrison's formerly saddened brows grew furrowed and intense. A smirk rose on his lips, shaking his head in suit. He remained in place, but threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh. Deep and bellowing, the older wolf found amusement in Aesior's claim to the land. "Rightful," he wheezed, only to start cackling again.

He eventually caught his breath. Now composed, Morrison started to move forward slowly towards Aesior. Sherbet had said their part, noting their nature, but the logician in him had to point out the obvious. "Ye would have been here months ago like we had if this place was rightful to Tanglewood," he cockily reasoned. "Our ships-" A paw jabbed out towards the direction of their boats. "-got ye here if you can't tell."

The fluffed up being continued on his spiel. "So, what's yer terms, ya daft cunt?" From 'friend' to a cunt... and not the friendly kind he tended to dish out. "Give up the island in return for...." He halted in his tracks. His paw twirled, indicating he was looking for a means to an end. Nothing, sadly, was found. Instead, he kept pacing forward with intimidating confidence. "Well, I can't seem to find any leverage." Yellowed canines appeared before the luminary, both in a show of superiority and neutrality. He hoped they could solve this swiftly, after all. The issue was not as convoluted as it appeared... yet here they were, claiming a land they had no right to.

LOKI FLÓKI — 1 year / cutie pie — bio

loki didn't know there would likely be bloodshed, she had jsut been there to explore their island and help build - lend a helping hand to the typhoon. but all things turned dark as soon as she heard the shriek of a tangler and saw the towering form of tanglewood's leader, jeering that it was tanglewood's 'rightful' island. her optics narrowed and she pressed against her father, sending support before he spoke, before widening her stance and disembarking, paws hitting the sand with a soft thud. she really didn't want a fight - that tigress looked really big and she doubted her abilities to take anybody head on, but she'd assist in any way she could. she quickly made her way to captain morrison and stood slightly behind the more experienced animal.

— CHOCOLATE CHIPS ON MY STRACCIATELLA