there was the nearly silent sound of buzzing ringing about his head, the sound slowly getting louder and twice as aggravating as he watched Sherbet, the smaller male reading the scroll he had brought. something was pressing on his mind, some memory, some taste he couldn't name, some word that was on the tip of his tongue. he hated it. he fucking hated it.

running his tongue over teeth primed for ripping muscle and crushing bone, his ears pressed forwards as he stared down at the Typhoon's Captain with a fixation that was sending thrills down his spine as the tips of his claws began to peek from their sheaths. how would this mortal look, bleeding and battered? whispered a sickly sweet in the back of his mind, ear twitching as if it had spoken in his ear itself, his breathing slowing as he watched with thin slit eyes. the rational part of the Luminary's mind was saying that it was wrong to be staring down at the Captain like he was a fresh piece of meat (he couldn't help swallowing as he thought that). blinking and inhaling as he drew his attention back, sheathing the claws that had been making their way out, a deep bellow of laughter swelling in his chest, "You take and keep what you want? Sounds like my kind of people!", he laughed for a bit, deep heavy roaring laughter that left his chest aching from the lack of air. His eyes narrowed as he stared down at Sherbet before turning his head to face Morrison with a twinkle in his eyes, "I'd say to blame your own running mouths for this, Morrison. Tanglewood would have been here if we'd had boats any earlier, and if our former Luminaries had had the spine to go out on the open sea and explore. I've simply taken the chance to expand our home base, regardless of if some other opportunists have seen fit to try and set up camp here." he rumbled.

His gaze roved over the younger bodies in the crowd and over the older members, a toothy grin taking his face as a snicker left him, "Tanglewood's grown a spine, Typhoon. I do appreciate the boats, that was done in fair trade, after all, seen as they were made with majorly our lumber and our nails. But you see, Tanglewood is in need of a bigger territory and we aren't afraid to reclaim this land, and take new land. We're the outcasts of society after all, I'd dare say that we're a good match for a crew of pirates.", he took a breath, smiling, "Two can play at the game of finder's keepers. Give up the island and keep your lives, perhaps even if I'm feeling kindly enough, trade rights to what's on this island. I wanted to handle this diplomatically when we set out, but ya see, there's an issue there. I'm tired of keeping the peace, of being the good guy. I'm tired of seeing my people being pushed around and giving in to demands from other greedy fuckers. It's a new era for Tanglewood, Morrison. Pull back now if you don't want to be the first to feel our claws." Man, he was so tired of playing nice and good.

Looking at Lucinder, he couldn't help the wild grin that spread the lion's maw under his veil, "Keep the claws sheathed until the first blow is made. Leave the kids be, they should be captured only if they don't run away, and don't draw blood.", he murmured, cracking his neck as he waited for Morrison's response, unable to wipe the grin from his veiled face. Shit, something about this whole situation felt good, in a way nothing had in a long time. The rational part of the Luminary's mind screamed that it wasn't right to be so willing to go to war, but he was sick and tired of being pushed around. There more than a million memories he could recall of biting his tongue and bending his head, of letting things happen without standing up or biting back. Perhaps he'd been a ticking time bomb the whole damn time. Some unholy part of him wanted to rip into the first creature to try and go up against him, itched to be released from shackles he had imposed ages ago when he'd watched the execution of his own life partner. The rage that had burned for ages against the Gods and all they stood for was breaking the edges of his patience, soon to snap the last final thread of peace in him. He could already feel the sand parting under his paws as plants that had no business growing in the sand began to burst through and climb the Grim's legs, blossoms of tansy and briar gnarling up his legs and through his mane, heads of yellow roses exploding into life amongst the other few flowers as he struggled inside of himself to keep his temper and the consuming urge to give the command to fall into battle. He had to keep his head here, if there was still some diplomatic route.

Fuck it.

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Solsken was tired of all their yapping, he was tired of trying to take the easy way out. His body was itching for a fight and his tears ready to draw blood. He was definitely going to get help for this later and he he’d have to hear the never ending lecture from his adoptive father. But fuck it.

His body tensed, head lowering to the ground as a low growl Erfurter from his throat. His gaze locked onto his closest target, Sherbet. Without hesitation the Hellhound lunged.

He aimed to land on top of Sherbet, jaws aiming to clamp around the back of the Captain’s neck. If he was successful he would clamp down to the point of breaking skin and if not he would jump off to the side.

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