When Pincher had gone out to rescue Jacob, his mission had been interrupted by some babbling drunken canine that had been outlining the border of the Ascendants. Pincher had weighed his options, believing that perhaps if he was able to capture one of their members, he would use the male as a trading coin for his fiance. He knew he could probably infiltrate the territory by himself since he was familiar with it and was ready to show what happened when you took someone important to him but he didn't have time. He didn't want to and so he had first knocked out the male, dragging him into a hidden spot that he could easily return to. But right as he had been heading deeper into the territory, someone else confronted him, this time sober and clearly annoyed that he was trespassing. Pincher then took a few nasty cuts that littered his tattooed form but nothing too bad as the demigod overtook the stranger and dragged him back as well. He had two bodies now for the counting and frankly had been craving for more. Yet, he knew that his luck was wearing thin especially when it became obvious more of those star bastards were coming out and he needed to leave before he was overtaken by a shrieking cloud of them.

The muscular male had shapeshifted into his large obsidian form as a dragon and spreading his wings, launched into the air with the two captures, his icy blue eyes narrowed with frustration. He didn't like going against his plans but this was an advantegous event that he didn't want to miss so he flew back to the isolated volcanic island, his figure dead silent in the night sky as he traveled before arriving at dawn. One figure he gripped in his front legs while the other was slumped on his tough back as the male caught sight of the lighthouse and went to drop Cass to the sandy ground before descending down to land with his leathery wings closing by his side and he aimed to roll off Roman from his back to hit the ground as well. Before any of the two could wake up, Pincher barked out an order to bring steel chains and wrapped them around the prisoners with his figure shifting back to his jaguar form, upper lip curled in frustration as he tightened the chains so they would be unable to escape. "Should've just dumped your asses into the middle of the sea." rumbled the storm gray captain with his long tail lashing behind him, clearly not in the best mood despite succeeding in capturing.

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Cass had no idea what was going on between his clan and the Typhoon. A few NPCs had made it known to him that there were pirates sneaking around, but the drunken canine didn't concern himself with it. "That would never happen to me" he would tell himself, chuckling. But he had been wrong, oh so wrong. A few beers later and he had found himself wandering too far. The next thing he knew, the german shepherd was hitting the sand covered ground, a grunt escaping him as he fell. Unable to find his strength yet, vision blurred and senses distorted, he could do nothing as he was bound up, eyes flickering to and fro as he examined his surroundings. Where in hell?

"Should've just dumped your asses into the middle of the sea"

Pincher's voice was ultimately what made him snap back to reality, shaking his head as he gazed in confusion up at the jaguar. "Who the fuck are you? Where the hell are we?" He asked, blue eyes narrowed to slits. Then, as if not noticing the chains around his body, he would turn his head to each of his sides, looking for something. "And where the hell is my beer?"

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #0FDDAF; font-size: 24px;"]— CASS ★

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Roman had not expected to be captured so soon into being promoted, or so soon into having joined a clan. In his couple years in the body that he was currently in, he could only remember ever being captured once, and that had been when he was a kitten, before he had learned how to defend himself, and before he had gotten all of his powers. Though now his powers didn’t seem to work anymore, he still knew how to defend himself, though it seemed as though he would have issue with that considering his own condition of being held in chains.

Ears pricked for a sign of exactly where they could be, Roman would pin them to his head when he heard what he didn’t want to - waves lapping at the edge of some shore nearby. It seemed as though they were on an island of some sort which meant the rumors he had heard of the Typhoon’s territory was true, and that even if he did manage to escape he would have a hard time actually pulling through and leaving, his fear of water being the factor that would freeze him on the spot, telling him it was too dangerous to move close to it. Too dangerous to go onto the tracks that was the only way out of the Typhoon territory, and the sure way he would die. He was sure that would be how he would die was by drowning. Again. Shit.

Head would turn over to those that were there, eyes squinting slightly in a small glare as he looked at each individual as they spoke, eyes rolling as he heard what they said. Whether or not they were simply speaking to try to scare them or because they actually wanted to hurt them, Roman had heard it plenty of times before. Every anti-clan had the same animals willing to do whatever it took to get someone else to bleed, someone else to be in pain and cry and be tortured. Sure, Roman had done torture and shit like that before, had even been tortured - the scarring of the burns on his body showed that - but he tried to not let the others enjoy it either way. He might be older but he was tough and had a death wish.