In a vast world of various creatures, magic, and religion. One can only hope to follow the light to where they belong. Wayward paws make for lengthy trekks, but Angel was no stranger to the strange. A hum on his lips and a tattered traveling bag strapped to his curly-furred body- he had set out once more.

Only now, he follows a map of sorts- with the guidance of strangers, he sought the island of pirates by the name of the Typhoon. The spanish-tongued feline was practically aquatic himself- a love of sailing, swimming, fishing, and scavenging the ocean floor. Taking time to make friends with a few small shallow lurking shark pups by sharing with them a small lunch.

He was certain he had made it- but he was so tired he didn’t even have time to built a little makeshift camp before he was all curled up in a ball dangerously close to the climbing tide. If it weren’t for the tan of his lovely coiled pelt, he’d blend against the sand.

He’s startled awake by a sound- ❝ O-uh… oh-.. ¡Hola!… ❞ his lids are heavy and his blue eyes a bleary haze but he greets the stranger with an eye-reaching smile of perfect white teeth but a few capped in silver like the chain around his neck. ❝ I am uh- searching for dis… de Typhoon- eh, my name es Angel. ❞ his bladed tongue rolling with eloquence in his introduction despite the thickness of his accent. Sand clings to his coat as he stands to properly greet them.

BIOGRAPHY/TAGS ⋆ ART REFERENCE ⋆ VOICE/ACCENT
( SELKIRK REX | FELINE | SPANISH SWEETHEART ) ⋆ wiccan ⋆ mentally hard/physically (varies) ⋆ gambling addict ⋆ witchcraft ⋆ silver addict ⋆ gay ⋆ discovering powers
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the scent of the sea was as soothing as it was taunting, bringing with it whispers of memories. the temptation to re-enter the waters in search of those he had lost was ever as strong, leading the wounded siren to wander the beaches in a half-present state of awareness. above would his eyes wander to the warm sun beating down upon the sands, the breeze drifting through coarse waterproof fur, blue scales aglitter within strands pushed away by the wind's kiss.

the ocean was as much a siren's call as his own voice, leading him to constantly return to the lip of the encroaching waters, blue eyes gazing out to the sea in a lingering way. as it was this day, his path had led him close to the waters and within his path, had been a body revealed. standing without movement for a while, nose twitching as he inhaled the different scent upon this stranger's fur. finally, something clicked in his mind, and he remembered that he had a voice himself.

swish of tail, fins rustling the slightest as the siren cast his gaze upon the similar colored stranger, a familiar accent reaching his ears with a flicker of surprise crossing through his eyes. "Hola, mi amigo. Has llegado a El Tifón," he would murmur before blinking and bowing his head, "... A pleasure to meet you, Angel. My name is Vinicius, please call me Vic.", the siren flicked his tail awkwardly. Was he too forward? "Em. Do you speak Spanish?" he tipped his head slightly, blinking a few times down at the selkirk rex.