"'Una cornus' or Unicorn as they are called. Literally one horn."

Plane called out before he moved over to the group, his bob tail flicking around in excitement as he looked up to the equine with fascination through his thick goggles. I mean, it wasn't everyday in which you'd see a rare creature like this lady here just waltz over to a clan, despite what he had heard of one actually ruling and founding Snowbound a while back before he had come into clan life himself. The feline adjusted his lab coat slightly and cleared his throat. "Anyways, my names is Planecrash! I don't see why we couldn't let you in, Miss Peach. T-T-Though, most initiates have to participate in drinking a hallucinogenic drink for some reason and besides that we're a rather cool here! " The tom explained, hoping this news wasn't a something that would drive this woman away despite the fact everything afterward was quite calm. The tropical environment was relaxing despite the typhoon they had recently had to deal with, along with a few personal skirmishes people around here dealt with that most clans had anyways.

"SPEECH"

"Hallucinogenic drink? More like nightmare fuel." Vandal is quick to make her approach from the skies, satisfied with hovering just a little above the others' heads, four black wings flexing to churn the air and keep herself airborne. Her neon gaze watches the tall mare for a moment, particularly curious of the horn adorning her head. It's a pretty piece, nice and decorative but likely effective as a weapon - she shouldn't get distracted.

"Anyway, yeah. Y'can find a place to hole up in and whatnot but before you're really in, y'gotta drink the jungle juice," she admits with a shrug of her shoulders. She herself had spent a few days just lounging around the camp until she decided it was time for her to down the drink - she'd thought it would be nothing more than just another drunk siesta but alas! The jungle juice managed to get a kick out of her. "I's not pretty, but it ain't gonna poison you or nothin'."

There's a period of silence coming from the wolf before speaking again, the rune on her chest flickering slightly at a memory she files away for later. "Anyway, other than that, you're good to go. Vandal Roux, by the way, at your humble service! If you'd like to be toured around or led back to Camp, lemme know and we can probably make that happen."

The volcanic island was certainly a sight for everyone that decided to join. Surrounded by rich coral reefs that were filled with various colorful species of fish and other sea creatures was the land that they inhabited. With the lighthouse nearby and being an attraction in the dark, it wasn't surprising to see creatures allured by the distant island that was nothing like the other current groups that Pincher was aware about. He had chosen the island out of strategy and as well as longing to return to his birthplace for months ago, he had been a simple child wandering the ivory beaches with a sense of wonder. He had lost the innocence that everyone grew up with in the very beginning of their lives but he had never ceased to find the beauty that the island offered. With the volcanic earth being one of the most fertile types of grounds, various types of flowers and life rose from it and he was always pleased in finding something new. Something different. You could say that was why the Typhoon suited the island so well. They were different and he was glad that the island represented that.

The dark captain was underwater when the crowd had begun to gather around the figure of Peachpit, the voices muffled due to the layer of water but he was able to catch most of what was being said before stepping out nearby, his lean figure drenched with sea salt as he gave a light shake to allow the crystalline droplets to fly off and playfully strike his sister as he trotted towards her. He allowed a light smirk to trace his muzzle as he arrived to halt beside the others, glancing down at Aita with an amused snort at her bluntness but was glad that Planecrash had decided to answer. He tipped his head up to lock his calculative glacier blue eyes onto the female that seemed rather soft-spoken but Pincher didn't mind. He understood that not everyone here was going to be a rowdy pirate and frankly, he was happy with that. It added a new sense of uniqueness and their openness to mingle with various types of personalities. "Sorry I didn't catch your name but I'm Pincher, the captain here. I do hope you enjoy it here and if you got any questions, feel free to find me." He commented with a light nod of his storm gray colored head as he grabbed a white cigarette from his armband, letting it hang on his lips so he could go smoke once it seemed things were finished. However upon hearing them speaking about the entrance ritual, he allowed a soft chuckle to roll out of his salmon pink tongue before adding "It's a tradition that I do prefer for joiners to do but it is not a requirement. If you don't see yourself to be ready in turning a new leaf then don't worry about trying it...unless you are." He drawled, a sly glint in his cunning snake blue eyes. Pincher himself had never tried the concoction that everyone had to drink for the ritual but he had seen how it affected many though everytime it happened, it interested him.

( welcome to the typhoon !! <33 )

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"Well, looks like the jig is up, Pinchy! We ain't as good a bunch of actors as we are a bunch of scoundrels!" There's a relieved tone in Vandal's voice, clearly pleased that this new joiner seems to be mostly unperturbed by their lifestyle. The newcomer's excitement is infectious, spreading like wildfire in the maned wolf's body until she's whirling around to face her brother too. Hey, he'd already given her the go ahead to join them, anyway. That should mean it's alright to... "Pinchy! D'ya think we can bring her over to the ol' Anchored Tempest?"

While Vandal has certainly visited the old girl a few times, it never gets tiring to marvel at her ornate beauty. She continues to dream of setting sail in the massive wooden brig, taking to the oceans and plundering what they could from smaller merchant sloops that may be out here - somewhere - or plundering from small towns and keeps and castles, repacking what they have stolen to sell again in the market. It's a life that bleeds excitement into her very veins, one that comes alive every time she sees the Anchored Tempest. She's just as eager as Peachpit to give her a visit.