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❝ STAND FOR THE PEOPLE ❞ — joining - MINGAN - 08-05-2018
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pack above all.
that is what she was raised to believe. pack above blood. pack above friends. pack above yourself. she could recall being a pup and reciting those words, sitting in the dark of the night with the other young. "pack. pack. pack." she could remember the training, the beatings, the sparring. she could remember running until her paw pads bled and working until she fainted from exhaustion, all in the name of the pack. it was torture, it was brainwashing, it was training.
pack above all.
that was all she knew. it was ingrained in her dna, to put the many before the one, before herself. they were her people, they were her world. the sun rose and set with them, she had never known anything beyond them. beyond the small, studious eyes and the smell of pine and dirt. as far as she knew, there was nothing beyond the borders but enemy.
pack above all.
at least, until pack decides you are not pack anymore. pack above all until pack tells you to go, until pack says a mistake cannot be forgiven. she'd dedicated her life to the pack. she could remember her loyalty ceremony, when the alpha looked down at her and said she was strong, she could make a good successor. she could remember the mate she'd been assigned, remember the look on kovu's face as she was exiled. he said nothing, just stared at her like a stranger. she was glad she'd never made the mistake of loving him, because contrary to what he said, he didn't love her. he put the pack above her.
mingan above all.
that was who she was now. one paw in front of the other as she approached the border, stopping stiffly in front of it, the dark furred wolf stared forward, features devoid of emotion as she waited, counting the seconds for future reference. one, two, three... she kept going, kept counting. not moving, stiff and stoic, noting the numbers as they passed. if they'd have her, she wanted to make sure that the next person she found at the border didn't wait any longer than she had. it was that sharp, calculating nature that had nearly made her the next alpha.
typhoon above all.
the thought was odd, sort of foreign, but she figured she could get used to it with time.
Re: ❝ STAND FOR THE PEOPLE ❞ — joining - adomania - 08-05-2018
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The sentiment had been shared, in some twisted way, by Desperado once upon a time. It had been different wording and a different fate that had befallen him, but the message was still the same in the end. Your life was dispensable in the name of the group you worked for. His life had been dispensable, as had his body, soul, and mind.
The canine had never been groomed into anything, too old to be naive but too young to make for a good candidate for anything but a punching bag for others to use as they deemed fit. His skill was the only thing that kept him alive most days, as it was the only reason that the gang had ever decided to keep him and mend him up to begin with, but there were days that they would push him to the very limits of what he could call sanity, until he was nothing but a broken shell of who he had once been. He had been flesh, bones, tendons... held together by nothing but a seething hatred that festered inside of him like the plague. Thoughts of murder and arson were what kept him alive... and one day, he had enough.
The pack had never abandoned him. His parents had, but the pack had been determined to keep him even if it meant killing him so that others would not share his skill. The powers he once held were vast and powerful, even if they were now forgotten until the pretext of self-preservation. His mind had shut off that part of him, shoving it away into a little box labeled 'trauma,' and left him with nothing but tough paws and a tougher heart, no matter how light his deposition seemed to be.
No. He had abandoned the pack after one too many nights spent under the false pretext of 'safety,' when the warm body sleeping next to him was anything but. It had been warm when it had gone to sleep, pulse beating in tune with Des' hearing, until it overcame him and only one thought became clear among the pain. He had to get out. And he did. The blood had rushed beneath his fangs, spine cracking with one of the most satisfying sounds that still haunted him to this day.
Those who dared stand in his way got to know what the wrath of the void meant.
Now, it was different. There was no 'Desperado above all.' There wasn't any chant of 'The Typhoon above all.' There was nothing but a hollowness as he tried to find something to give meaning to the life he had led, his mind silent save for the one primal need to survive. The scars had healed over, but they still remained to remind him what had happened, and he was not a man who could simply forget. It was hard enough to try to get him to forgive, impossible to have him pretend like it never happened and try to build a new life beyond his history. It was what had shaped him, and all he could hope for was that some day he'd find meaning to move forward once more.
But the Typhoon gave him temporary refuge, as any other group probably could have. The others, though, didn't fit him. Other clans were no better than the gang he had left, murdering for the thrill of it moreso than anything else. Des was no murderer, no matter what he had done in the past to survive, so any of those places were out of the question... and as much as he had wanted to arrive at the doorstep of some benevolent group where he could finally try and restore his name... the guilt was too strong. He didn't deserve anything better than what he had gotten previously, and so... he had taken the same path that Mingan had, following the railroad seemingly to nowhere until the gate came into view and the fated bell seemed to mark his path.
It seemed a lot of wayward souls made the same journey as he did.
It was good for her that his hut was settled right next to the sea that bordered the Typhoon, for it seemed like she either didn't see or didn't want to ring the bell that announced the presence of newcomers. He was the first face most of them saw as a result, and often they didn't have to wait long unless he was gone doing some other arbitrary task outside of his usual 'patrolling' (if you could count sitting outside his house patrolling.) That was the benefit of having only one true place where others could appear. The chances of someone appearing on boat were rather slim, and he couldn't blame them. Drowning was, in his mind, the worst way to go.
So he was the first face she would see yet again, an easy smile gracing the scarred muzzle despite her desolate look. It was one he was used to, however, the emptiness resonating with him in a way that he'd had preferred not to deal with, but much like with the other joiners who had come to this land looking like they had been through hell one way or another... he was determined to help in whatever way he could. "Hey there," his low drawl was purposefully toned to soothe, heterochromic gaze carefully warm as well to offer her some sort of solace. "Gonna assume you've got business with us?"
Re: ❝ STAND FOR THE PEOPLE ❞ — joining - snare - 08-05-2018
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snare mortem — male — wolf — typhoon — minnow — argus x npc
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #633c00;"]Typhoon above all.In his short life, Snare was already proud of being a pirate-y animal in his group full of them. Of course he didn’t really know about many of the other groups, only that his was his and was clearly the best. He wanted to be strong and powerful and serve his fellow crewmates to the fullest of his strength, and what frustrated the puppy was that he couldn’t. He was small still, a tiny minnow without much power or influence in his group. And oh he wanted to be important like the others in his pirate crew, but that was hard to do when he was still a fuzzy puppy who was barely even as big or tall as his crewmates.
So for now he tried to do simple things. Show up for joiners and hang around in the background, learning all that he could about what it took to be a good Typhooner, and letting thoughts stew in his head about how he could properly perform those duties to expectation and better. Snare, while mildly angry with the fact that he felt so useless to his clan, dealt with what he could do and figured that he could prove himself soon enough. But for now he would try to do what he could.
”Um, yeah! What he said.” Snare would say as he loped up to the scene to stand beside Desperado, looking at the stranger wolf with his pale eyes trying to look serious and professional. His fuzzy chest would puff, looking at her like he was an important member of the group, putting up the façade and image of being a mighty member when it reality he was still what many would consider a baby. A little fuzzball without much of, well, anything to back up his claims of importance.
Re: ❝ STAND FOR THE PEOPLE ❞ — joining - DIMITRI HELLFIRE - 08-05-2018
KAZUMI
There had been a time a long long time ago he could have made some sort of sense out of the concept as well. Memories of a time when he had been someone entierly else. More 'pure' some might even call it. Everyone started out that way, didn't they?. Naive to the world although he wasn't sure if that even had been the right way to put it. The point was he had believed in something different back then. Not a pack perhaps, but a person how had made his whole existence purposefull. That was what manipulative people convinced you to believe at least. To brainwash to think they where some sort of god to worship and do everything for. Without a mind of his own, a voice to speak with had years after years lived in her shadow only to serve, to be her loyal knight.
But the story had changed to a more ugly turn and many years later and here he stood now not valuing anyone then himself, maybe he didn't even do that. It was a difficult topic to discuess since Kazumi never thought about stuff like that. He was stucked to believe in the role he was convinced his destiny had been foreseen to play. His own personal opinion was not valued, not out of importance to mentioned. But if he did would have anything to say it was how foolish he believed people could be at times, to believe the most simplest of things. But how could you expect for anyone to not be ignorant if not having been told any better?. Those how only lived to serve others was the ones he loved to laugh at the most.
It was a beautiful day outside today as well, and once more he found himself appearing up towards the border to come and greet this stranger just at the same time as Desperado. " Aha, we really gotta stop meeting like this." he teased light hearted, giving a smug look at the other pirate remembering still thier earlier encounter had been exactly like this one, thier first meeting even. To think how fate worked sometimes. Shifting his gaze next to this canine how seemed to be here for some reason. Kazumi could guess on alot of things but most of the times it always seemed to be the most obivious one. Sup sweetheart, hope ya are having a nice day today?." he just decided to say something mostly to amuse himself a bit after all, his crewmate had already asked the importand one here. All he did now was really draining out on it.
//welcome to the typhoon!! ^^
But the story had changed to a more ugly turn and many years later and here he stood now not valuing anyone then himself, maybe he didn't even do that. It was a difficult topic to discuess since Kazumi never thought about stuff like that. He was stucked to believe in the role he was convinced his destiny had been foreseen to play. His own personal opinion was not valued, not out of importance to mentioned. But if he did would have anything to say it was how foolish he believed people could be at times, to believe the most simplest of things. But how could you expect for anyone to not be ignorant if not having been told any better?. Those how only lived to serve others was the ones he loved to laugh at the most.
It was a beautiful day outside today as well, and once more he found himself appearing up towards the border to come and greet this stranger just at the same time as Desperado. " Aha, we really gotta stop meeting like this." he teased light hearted, giving a smug look at the other pirate remembering still thier earlier encounter had been exactly like this one, thier first meeting even. To think how fate worked sometimes. Shifting his gaze next to this canine how seemed to be here for some reason. Kazumi could guess on alot of things but most of the times it always seemed to be the most obivious one. Sup sweetheart, hope ya are having a nice day today?." he just decided to say something mostly to amuse himself a bit after all, his crewmate had already asked the importand one here. All he did now was really draining out on it.
//welcome to the typhoon!! ^^
© MADI
Re: ❝ STAND FOR THE PEOPLE ❞ — joining - MINGAN - 08-05-2018
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golden eyes shift from the scene before her just for a heartbeat to the water, then back. it's a momentary lapse in attention, but anyone who might notice it might see the look that flashes across her angular features. not quite fear, but more than recognizance. discomfort, perhaps. she'd been raised beside a river, not far off from an ocean. she'd watched the push and pull of the waves, heard them crashing in her sleep at night. the ocean was a pack in itself, a unity of life and liquid, and it was at a constant war within itself. crashing, fighting, bruising. but it wasn't a pack, because packs didn't kill outsiders, not according to alpha. oceans killed though.
❝yes.❞ no hello, no smiles. the word fell flat from her lips, something she wasn't really at fault for. emotions, smiles, they were trivial things trained out of her as a pup. the pack valued directness, they valued being open and up front. this creature, that sort of looked like a wolf, she figured he'd been raised by a pack. she assumed he thought smiling was as pointless as she did.
her eyes shifted to the pup that tottered on over, and she does her best not to get consumed by would have been's and could have been's. if kovu had any sense of loyalty, maybe she'd have a pup or two of her own. maybe it's for the best, because she's not really sure she even has a motherly instinct. there is nothing soft or kind about mingan, she was raised to be a warrior and it's all she knows. how to fight, how to win, how to kill. she knows how to kill a little too well, something she was taught but apparently never supposed to use. maybe alpha's just an idiot, she reasons. teach us to do things but never let us do them.
❝joining.❞ she adds, then, figuring she'd keep them from wasting the air: ❝mingan. my name, it's mingan.❞ would there be more questions? she hoped not. questions, talking, it was all sort of tedious. but already, the canine could sense that this was not a pack. people spoke without a whole lot of reason to speak, and maybe she ought to get used to it. embrace the culture, fake it until she made it, all that other bullshit.
but another question, and the casual tone the male uses earns a strange look from mingan. a brow arched, neck sort of pulled back, nose scrunched up. not quite distaste, not quite confusion, but perhaps an uncomfortable mixture of the two. ❝fine.❞ she says after a minute, and it's obvious she's not really sure how to respond to such an inquiry. but she tries, and she ought to get points for that. ❝yours?❞
Re: ❝ STAND FOR THE PEOPLE ❞ — joining - adomania - 08-05-2018
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]She was painfully correct in assuming that his smiles were only half genuine, the other simply a lie to keep himself and others from peering too deep past the surface. Most took it at face value, assumed Des to be an easy going individual who was sometimes too nice for his own good... it was a good thing she didn't point it out, didn't question the grin plastered onto his face, and because she didn't... it remained, even as the words fell flat from her lips and carried an emptiness in them that he was painfully aware of on a personal level.
Her response is curt and to the point, and Des waits expectantly, certain that she would speak of her own accord what that business was. He was correct in assuming such, for her next words pertain to her joining, and politely refraining from pointing out her rather... brisk way of speaking, Des nods. His attention is briefly stolen by Kazumi, if only to quirk a brow in his direction with a wider grin, but his expression softens when returning to Mingan, gentle in every sense of the meaning to give her a sense of... welcoming? Perhaps that wasn't the right word, he figured that he meant a wide combination of things in reality. A sense of welcoming, a gentle reminder that the world wasn't going to hurt her at that moment in time even if it already had before. A sense of safety, a promise that he wouldn't pry and would take her with all her burdens in step.
"Pleased to meet you, Mingan. You can call me Des... and this is the Typhoon, something I'm sure you're aware of. You're free to come in, now, if you want to. You don't seem like the talkative type so... there's not much else I can tell you but welcome home," it was as good of a home as any, at least for the given moment, and he hoped the word would give her some sort of refuge.
Re: ❝ STAND FOR THE PEOPLE ❞ — joining - snare - 08-05-2018
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snare mortem — male — wolf — typhoon — minnow — argus x npc
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #633c00;"]Snare was far too childish to have any sense or understanding of Mingan’s past or emotion that was felt she looked at him. He barely had much understanding of anything outside his group or the ambition he felt in his chest when he saw his crewmates working their hardest. That and of course the annoyance at being so young that he couldn’t help in the same scale and the bitterness that would bubble up every now and again. But right he was doing something, introducing a new member to the group.”I’m Snare.” His pale muzzle with turn up as he tried to hold himself proudly and mightily, all the couple pounds in his scrawny and skinny frame going into making himself look like the ideal Typhooner. ”We’re pirates and do pirate-y stuff. I wouldn’t know, I’m too little to do much. I wanna though.” Snare would blab out his personal thoughts to the newbie, unable to maturely hold his tongue. That was a bit of a quirk with him still, he would have to build a verbal filter for himself as he grew older to work on that.
Re: ❝ STAND FOR THE PEOPLE ❞ — joining - PINCHER - 08-06-2018
CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray jaguar with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently married. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓
❝ YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN — YOUR SILENCE IS MY FAVORITE SOUND ❞
Yourself above all. That had been what his father's ideology and the ideology that he had tried to pass down onto his son, Pincher. He wasn't surprised by all the backstabbing his father had done to his own gang yet was shocked when none of the members really protested against him until the child came to the realization that they all believed in the same fate. It was a dog eat dog world and there wasn't room for any sympathy or pity that could soften the heart you held within your chest. Sentimentality blinded you from focusing on the goals that stretched ahead of you and if you let yourself to settle down and care for others, you were doomed to be killed by what you loved. These mindsets were something Pincher had struggled into relating to, his heart breaking everytime he was lectured and almost brainwashed into believing that they were right. No one mattered but yourself right? In the beginning, he eventually succumbed to that perspective in life had and had not minded when he would backstab others with a blade meant to pierce their trust for anyone. He supposed it was cruel to do so but he had grown tired of fighting and retaliating against his father's wishes. Until he fell in love.
Then everything seemed to have a change. The rose-tinted glasses that he had as a child returned to him when he had managed to "win" the heart of Theodosia and have his firstborn sons with her. A family. Someone that he would be there for and didn't have to worry about being backstabbed. Or so he thought. Then the day had arrived when tragedy struck and broke the man, causing him to run from the past and head to the island that he had been born in. It seemed that eventually others were attracted by the tropical island, desiring a place to call home and Pincher guessed that it was better to have a group for strength than being alone. His aching heart slowly began to patch itself up as he began to trust more and began to genuinely care for those around him to the point that he was fiercely protective of the ones that decided to join him and the others. He enjoyed the connectiont that they were able to maintain despite the growing numbers and he hoped that they knew that despite how reserved he may seem, Pincher was fine with socializing with anyone that had been willing to join them. So, he did believe now that despite his selfish behavior sometimes, that he cared for them.
The looming figure of the dark storm gray wildcat was stepping through the outskirts of the humid jungle, his jaws clamped down on a dying cigarette bud that he had been smoking for a while. His eyes briefly closed as he let his paws lead him towards the border where most tended to be found in unless they swam or flew here or whatever other situation they attempted to reach the volcanic island. He slowly opened his glacier blue eyes when he noticed voices and as he halted beside the others, his attention locked onto a dark furred wolf with eyes made of melted gold. He blinked, giving a light nod as he rumbled "Welcome to the Typhoon, Mingan. I'm Pincher, the captain around here. I'm glad you decided to join us." He flashed a faint smile through the lit cigarette before eating it, swallowing the hot item without much trouble since it was a habit he tended to do.
Then everything seemed to have a change. The rose-tinted glasses that he had as a child returned to him when he had managed to "win" the heart of Theodosia and have his firstborn sons with her. A family. Someone that he would be there for and didn't have to worry about being backstabbed. Or so he thought. Then the day had arrived when tragedy struck and broke the man, causing him to run from the past and head to the island that he had been born in. It seemed that eventually others were attracted by the tropical island, desiring a place to call home and Pincher guessed that it was better to have a group for strength than being alone. His aching heart slowly began to patch itself up as he began to trust more and began to genuinely care for those around him to the point that he was fiercely protective of the ones that decided to join him and the others. He enjoyed the connectiont that they were able to maintain despite the growing numbers and he hoped that they knew that despite how reserved he may seem, Pincher was fine with socializing with anyone that had been willing to join them. So, he did believe now that despite his selfish behavior sometimes, that he cared for them.
The looming figure of the dark storm gray wildcat was stepping through the outskirts of the humid jungle, his jaws clamped down on a dying cigarette bud that he had been smoking for a while. His eyes briefly closed as he let his paws lead him towards the border where most tended to be found in unless they swam or flew here or whatever other situation they attempted to reach the volcanic island. He slowly opened his glacier blue eyes when he noticed voices and as he halted beside the others, his attention locked onto a dark furred wolf with eyes made of melted gold. He blinked, giving a light nod as he rumbled "Welcome to the Typhoon, Mingan. I'm Pincher, the captain around here. I'm glad you decided to join us." He flashed a faint smile through the lit cigarette before eating it, swallowing the hot item without much trouble since it was a habit he tended to do.
❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — JAGUAR — FATHER — HUSBAND ❞