//this is really rushed wHEEZES

she loved her family more than anything in the whole world. they meant everything to her. the ones she knew were all so good and she just wanted the best for them. they're the reason she had such a positive outlook on the world and felt the motivation to work hard. family, to her, was the best thing the world had to offer. but, the child wasn't stupid. she knew she had gotten lucky. she knew that she was fortunate to have the family she did.

she didn't know the specifics of horrible families, besides maybe a few, but she knew they were out there and she knew what they looked like. caesar tried to kill his own sister. her papa held some sort of bitterness towards his father that she would never ask about. there were conflicts that she did not understand, but knew unfortunately existed. but, this would not alter her own views. her family is good. she would be good for them, too.

that's why she continued to work hard and refused to rest even now. her legs shook from her exhaustion and injuries, and it was still hard to walk even though it'd been a couple weeks by now. it also was slowing down her healing in general, but did she care? no! not at all. that wasn't important to her. the point is that she's still healing, even if slowly, so it was fine in the end. she still wanted to work hard because that was more important. this is what lead her to the two now.

joiners seemed to be coming in a lot lately, which she didn't mind. the injured girl liked to have more crewmates. "we're a place to stay! welcome to the typhoon, junior!" she greeted enthusiastically, a smile upon her features. she struggled towards the two, wobbling into a sitting position. "my name's goldenluxury roux, but i normally go by goldie. nice to meet ya!"

Unlike the others, Coldblue understands what it is like to possess a dislike for one's own family. No one ever beat him. No one called him stupid or worthless. In fact, no one did anything at all. His father, Pincher, does not exist in Blue's earliest memories. The doberman was more of an idea than a parent. He was raised by the concept of being the captain's son instead of the actual captain. And his mother, Guru? Who knows where that bitch ran off to? Blue certainly does not. The only person who was there since day one is his sister. Goldie is the light of his life, the stars in his sky. She is vastly superior to him in all aspects, and he would sooner die for her than let anyone lay a paw on her. Coldblue was just fine without their parents. All he needed was his sister beside him. And then, out of the blue, Pincher finally decided to be something other than a deadbeat dad. Suddenly, miraculously, he cared. Hooray! Whoopee!! No. No, no, no. Goldie is the better child, the sweeter one. She welcomed Pinch back with outstretched arms and immediately becomes the joy of the Typhoon. But Blue? He still does not trust his father's intentions, even if, deep down, he truly cares about the captain. The boy does not think Pinch deserves to suddenly decide to be a wonderful father. But in the end, it is not his choice. The crew loves Pinch and Goldie while Blue is doomed to fade into the background. While more and more random family members arrive at the border what seems like every day, he remains the forgotten son.

Perhaps it is better this way. He is a jealous, lazy, vindictive creature. He does not deserve to be loved.

As always, he follows closely after his sister. Coldblue cannot get the image of her burnt and bubbling flesh out of his head. It haunts him in his dreams. Too many times has he seen his beloved sibling injured, and now it compels the usually lazy creature to keep a watchful eye upon her. Beautiful, cream-colored fur shines in the sunlight as he moves, highlighting the soft, fawn brown rosettes which decorate his sleek pelt. Half-lidded eyes the color of the frozen arctic waters flicker this way and that, observing everything he passes. But he isn't paying attention. Not until his lithe body slows to a halt beside Goldie without him even thinking about it. Slowly, as if bored, the handsome young tomcat inspects the stranger before him with piercing blue eyes. It's a young kid, around Coldblue's age, with a muscular build and rich brown fur. Hmm... "Junior, huh?" repeats the seal lynx bengal with a theoretical arch of a brow. Blue is...intrigued. "The name is Coldblue Roux--pleasure to meet you." The listless frown he wore only moments before is replaced with a charming smirk; his gaze, intense. Blue might hate every fiber of his being, but he knows he's pretty and he really cannot help himself when he sees someone else as equally appealing.

No, there are no sorts of rules dictating who you can or cannot smash--sorry--no rules dictating who you can or cannot be attracted to. Coldblue's vulgar way of thinking tends to jump immediately to the more intimate aspects, but the basic ideology remains the same. Even if Pincher was not in a relationship with Jacob (Blue still isn't sure if that's under wraps or not, but it's easy to see once you start paying attention), the sheer amount of crewmates getting cozy with one another while under the influence of one substance or another should be enough to get the idea that nobody really policies who likes who. The way Coldblue sees it, discriminating against one or more genders based on "morality" is a perfectly good waste of attractive people. And if it wasn't allowed, well, Blue does what he wants and if people have a problem with it? They can fucking bite him, for all he cares.

The handsome young bengal is visibly pleased at the reciprocation of interest. Blue is quite tired of having to meet relatives or young children at the border, so it's nice when someone attractive comes around to liven to genetic pool. He can be a total dick sometimes, but he isn't into kids or relatives. Even sleazy assholes have to draw the line somewhere. "Why, thank you," he replies with a lazy smile, dipping his head in a (rather dramatized) bow of gratitude. It's more fun this way. "It would not nearly be as striking if it was Warmblue." the young male gives a short laugh, imagining how much more painful his childhood would have been if his name really was Warmblue. Blech. Disgusting. Like someone peed in the water, or something.

As much as he would have enjoyed to continue flirting, Coldblue falls silent as Cronas begins to speak. He is not close with them, but he has always found them to be quite intriguing. Plus, they complimented his eyes once which is enough to put someone on his good side--usually. "Actually, there is an entrance ritual. You have to drink the jungle juice, spend the night alone, and then you may return. I heard it's great fun." he smiles again, but this time it's more mysterious. Blue is hiding something, he makes that very clear, but he is quite good at keeping a secret even if he has some fun teasing the other person with information.