Pincher had never been one to suffer the consequences of being made into some baby popper like he had heard some females had to endure. It was disgusting even to a criminal like Pincher that males believed that women had no equality in this world when in full honesty, Pincher just frankly did not care who they were as long as they were willing to focus on their improvement alongside the Typhoon's. He knew a lot of members entered with dark pasts that were shattered with like broken pieces of a window that had once reflected light. He himself had been pushed into something he had not desired in his life. A murderer. A killer. One trained in the ways of hitmen abilities, seizing the Reaper's job and using it to push his father and his uncle another step closer into success. As time went by, he became used to the idea despite how the smell of blood would cause his body to tense until the point he was always stiff from the fear of a sudden attack being placed on him. That was how things were before he died.

When he had been resurrected by whatever the fuck had decided to bring him back to life, Pincher didn't feel as afraid or nervous. He still dealt with the unease of having to take a life but he had come to terms with it because he needed to. The creatures of the sea demanded him with their shrill cries within his head, demanding and beckoning him to complete the task. He didn't know the consequences if he stopped but then again, Pincher had always been one to test dark waters. But for now, he was not challenging the ones that had resurrected for he was relaxing a little far off where the others were, his body crouching beside a freshwater stream, his tongue lapping up the crystalline cool water before he head the voices become more prominent. He rose to a standing position, cyan blue eyes narrowing as his tongue poked out and caught the scent of a stranger as well as the fresh scent of torn bark. Was someone fucking around with the territory? The tips of his claws unsheathed as he prepared himself to fight off any trespasser but as he grew closer, the scents of his crew also mingled yet the scent of blood did not join in. Huh.

The ash gray male stepped into the area where the others were, his calculative cool blue eyes fluttering to each face until it landed on the stranger. A lioness that appeared to be speaking to his crew. The tall captain tipped his head ever so slightly to the side as he inspected her in a brief moment of silence as he caught sight of the wood that had been torn that was not far off from where Deldrach was. "I prefer joiners to not damage my property when they are welcomed." Pincher rumbled, low voice steady and even as the male remained still for a moment before giving a civil nod towards the female as he added "Name's Pincher, I am the captain of the crew. Welcome to the Typhoon....?" His voice trailed off when he realized he had not caught her name.

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