Dark winged shadow flew across the slowly salvaged wreck of the Typhoon, the cause of said shadow circling overhead as he wheeled arund to come into a graceful landing despite the size of the beast.

he'd spotted the wolf from above - and the obvious wound - before he'd come into land and now that regal horned head moved to regard her, ne half of that face a mass of glowing red glasslike scar, the lone red eye never blinked despite its mercurial companion doing so as he humeed down at her.

"Lucifer grimm and a pleasure to welcome you to the Typhoon Rochelle - I'd be remiss not to offer you a chance to seek medical aid? i can find our doctor if so" that smooth deep voice inquired - the dragon nodding his head in graceful greeting.

Running. Freedom. Escape. Pincher was too familiar with those three cursed words yet had never really been able to succeed in doing any of them. He had attempted many times to run from his father's tyrannical rule over his life, to taste the joy of freedom when he would escape from the life that his father so desperately tried to push him down onto. Why the hell did he force him to become someone that he did not wish to be? To be a killer? To be a seducer? To be another sinner that was digging his own grave with each passing criminal act that he did. As a youthful teen, Pincher had despised his father with a seething passion for the oppression of not being able to be who he wished to be in his single mortal life. He had wanted to be a mapmaker. The ones that traveled lands from afar to document all the wonders of the world but when Pincher had proclaimed this to his father and uncle when they ruled over the Typhoon when it had been in its raw stages of being a nomad group, they only cackled with wicked amusement at the foolish dream of a child.

Now, had Pincher ever escaped? Yes and no. He had...killed his own father out of blinded hungry rage to end the bastard that had caused so much misery in his life but when he had watched his father's life drain from his exact carbon copy blue eyes, he had not felt free. He remembered stepping back and realizing that he had only sunken deeper into the pathway that his father had wanted him to become. A killer. A monster. His paws were stained with blood throughout his lifetime and there was no going back, forcing Pincher to come to the realization that he would never be who he wanted to be. That little boy and his dream were dead. However, he now had new dreams. A new life. Despite it beginning with him destroying any chance of being good in this lifetime, it had allowed him to encounter many lives that he was now grateful of interacting with, for example, his crewmates. Even with the differences that tended to cause tensions to arise, he enjoyed their ability to be there for each other even if begrudingly.

The dark metallic gray jaguar was stepping around the jungle, large paws softly thumping on the ground as Pincher was trying to get used to this new body. It was a lot larger than his doberman pinscher one and despite longing for it, he knew the jaguar form was helpful in...situations that he was now forced to participate in. He let out a small Romanian curse when a low branch slapped his face yet he simply focused on heading towards the sound of Lucifer and of a stranger's. As he reached the scene, he noticed that the complete stranger that he had heard the voice coming from appeared to be trembling. Pincher had seen it plenty of times before due to living on the beachside and seeing overheated bodies so he rushed forward, aiming to crouch low, hopefully in time for him to catch the wolf to land on his back as the icy blue eyed captain gritted his shark-like teeth before stating "Someone go fucking get Rosie! We have another joiner hurt!" Fucking hell, what was hurting all these people? He worried that some may bring trouble but what trouble couldn't the Typhoon handle?

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