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The strip of land that made up the railroad gate was a long one, but it was worth it. Freya longed to put as much distance as possible between herself and the mainland that lay behind her. Like most, she, too, was running from her past, escaping the memories that haunted her mind. Joining the Typhoon would be her new start, she'd be somewhere she knew she belonged, somewhere she would be comfortable and surrounded by those she could relate to.

Small body skittering along the abandoned tracks, her view of the island became more defined as she finally approached the end of the railway and gazed upon the bell that was rumored to be the supposed calling card of those within the Typhoon. She could only imagine how fucking irritating it must be to hear the thing go off so often. She glared briefly at the small body of metal before giving it a single, rough, ring, causing the hollowed clanging to echo through the air around her, no doubt reaching most of those near by.

Her gaze traveled from the bell to the basket resting beneath it, her head shaking in amusement at the hissing of multiple black mambas, no doubt there to ward off any idiots deciding to ring the bell at an obnoxious rate. Breaking her stare from the basket it drifted to the muddied ground beneath her, a brow quirking as she stared at the muck stuck to her limbs and underbelly. Perhaps it'd be a good idea to find a cleaning spring once she was settled.

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The familiar sound of paws rustling against the ground brought Freya's head upward swiftly, brown eyes piercing into those of the young girl's before immediately softening as she took in the kitten's rough appearance and definitive youth. She reclined back upon her haunches as her head cocked to the side slightly, the smile on the youngster's face bringing her a sense of ease and her posture slackened to allow her to sit more comfortably.

Freya offered a small smile of her own, her gaze briefly locking onto the bird that flitted to the youngster's head before returning to the female speaking to her. "Hey," She returned the greeting. "I'm looking to join you lot, actually. Hopefully." Her eyes returned to the large bird staring down at her and she tilted her head at it, recognition dashing through her eyes. "Harpy eagle?" She inquired.

Pincher could understand why many ran from their pasts. Hell, he had done it but not exactly as one would expect. It still mocked him since he was in a way still trapped within the past. His father had been "captain" and he had broken that streak when he had killed him, taking the gang that had once followed Archer and dealt with his iron fist. As interesting as a leadership would be if one lead with ruthlessness, it wasn't his cup of tea. Pincher enjoyed the connections he had for members that joined especially with how parts of their lives he would be able to connect and understand due to his personal experience. He had always been able to show empathy but struggled in doing so when it came to keeping things civil and not too connected for the risk of them being used against him always taunted him in the back of his head. Shit like that always caused tensions in his wants and needs but he had slowly become more comfortable with being with his crewmates and knowing more about them. Despite their differences, they were a big...weird family but a family nontheless.

Pincher usually checked the railroad gate every day to ensure he had not missed anyone but his work and duties always tended to disrupt him from keeping a perfect routine going. However, he was able to slip away from paperwork and to focus on taking strolls around to ensure he had not missed anything important. The sleek predator was just finishing checking that the weaponry within the Tempest was fine before heading towards the gate, his dark nose catching scent of his daughter. A ghost of a worried frown graced his lips as the dark storm gray jaguar picked up the pace with his paws pressing harder against the ground before finally catching sight of her speaking to another female. He followed shortly, the towering male halting behind the bengal reaver while bending his head down to softly drag his tongue over her forehead in a locking gesture, a soft purr rumbling in his throat. He was glad that Goldie was feeling better but now he decided to focus on the stranger that appeared to want to join. A small framed female with a rather easygoing attitude which caused Pincher to flash a light charismatic grin while dipping his head towards her in a very light bow. "Welcome to the Typhoon, I'm Pincher. Captain of the crew." He greeted after Goldenluxury spoke about Lynn. He was glad to see she enjoyed the avian as well before he remained silent, wanting to hear what the stranger's name is.

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She smiled at the girl and dipped her head to Goldie and Lynn respectfully. The eagle was certainly a gorgeous one and she admired how comfortable both he and his possesser looked together, her eyes inspecting the beautiful creature before immediately locking onto the approaching figure. There was a certain air about him that immediately alerted her that he held a powerful position and her head dipped slightly in respect. She offered him a crooked grin at the sight of his own as she shifted back on her haunches, comfort seeming to seep from the pair and into her stiff body.

The height of the jaguar amazed her, his mass easily looming over not only herself but the kitten before him. The simple, affectionate greeting he gave the youngster warmed the mongoose's heart as she offered the male a smile before replying to both of them. "Thank you, Captain," She grinned as her head tilted slightly. "I'm Freya, though most call me Fae."

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If she thought Pincher was big, Lucifer was fucking gigantic. He easily loomed over the small group and Freya had to crane her head back completely to be able to look at him. Her brown eyes inspected his large mass after nodding her head in a respectful greeting, the dark scales covering him clearly appealing to her as she studdied them. Freya offered the looming male a smile and a brief wave of her large tail.

"Pleased to meet ya," She responded as she gazed over his wings and met his eyes, her friendly smile widening. "Call me Fae."