Pincher was a rather impatient man. He liked having things done with at the moment they are announced and he was always one to make sure to do the shit he had to do to make sure he didn't fall back. Perhaps he had been paranoid from the bad experience of allies with Snowbound but the demigod's patience was becoming thin as a thread when weeks had passed and not a single ambassador visit from Rosebloods. They were the only ally they had and Pincher was not one to play easily with his word. When he said something, he meant it. He made sure his envoys came as well as create events between the allies to strengthen their bond. But he was not one to be played around with his gratitude and charity, Pincher's deals came with a price and a demand that would not budge until he was given what he wanted. He had been planning to storm in, demanding an answer for Rosebloods not keeping their side of the deal and ready to threaten - no, promise that he would not let this become another shit show of an alliance.

But he had heard of the recent tragedy that had struck the home of Rosebloods and could somewhat sympathize with them about natural disasters. The tropical island had once been struck by a tsunami without any aid from their allies and frankly it had ticked off Pincher. So he was able to relate to the frustrations and decided to do his part as an ally despite his slight hesitance of offering anymore resources to an ally that was lacking on returning the same aid. However, the pirate forced those thoughts to be shoved in the back of his head as the male tightened his grip on the large crate he carried in his claws, his long jagged wings pumping the air as he soared through the sky. He was not fond of his dragon form, it was much too large for his liking but he knew flying was quicker transportation. His glowing electric blue gaze was narrowed as he caught sight of the border of the Roseblood's territory and swooped down, his upper lip curling with distaste at how the wind burned his sensitive gaze as the body (despite the wings) was meant more for stormy sea days and not the type of climate that it was currently in.

Once he reached the ground, he allowed the crate to slam down onto the dirt with his claws prying themselves away before settling down beside it, his long slender tail twitching behind him as he ripped off the crate's top to expose large amounts of herbs and food in salted jars to keep from rotting. He rolled his tattooed broad shoulders as the powerful dragon remained silent as he wasn't one to really call for attention but it was rather obvious to see a looming glowing dragon with a cold yet neutral expression resting on its facial features as Pincher waited beside the supplies.

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Pincher had seen fires before and how powerful one could become when its flames fanned to outrageous highs, towering over so many with the intend to kill and show no mercy. Luckily, a fire had never started in the Typhoon and it was rather easy to take care of it if it ever happened due to being surrounded by the long miles of ocean waves. Pincher was a strategist and had picked the island for it was the most beneficial especially with the volcanic fertile earth and all the minerals it supplied them. The only tragedy and risk was the stormy weather and merciless sea coming to attack in tidal waves. But then again Pincher had planned and prepared if that were ever happen again such as building treehouses at higher heights and stocking up. Sometimes it was good to have a paranoid mind, one wound up with the fear of what the cruel world could offer. The male's slender ears pricked as he heard the Rosebloods arrive one by one, just in time for Lucifer to land beside him with another crate. It was a lot of supplies but the demigod felt generous since they were still rather bountiful from their pillaging of Snowbound and the Ascendants.

Pincher's frigid eyes snapped onto each figure that appeared to be injured and the male's left fictional eyebrow quirked up as he decided he might as well show that he brought extra help. He spread and lowered his jagged right wing to the floor so one of his healers could step off. "This is my son, Silus. He is a healer and has offered to come and patch up anyone that is hurt or needs to be rebandaged or whatever the fuck you need. Some of the herbs are native to the jungle but they are known to soothe and allow for a quicker recovery so don't be shocked if it feels a bit weird when applied." He was used to it but he knew that it was a different sensation for ones that didn't live in the Typhoon's specific biome. He was ready to shut up and let Silus do his work but a thought popped inside his head and the male mumbled a soft Romanian curse for almost forgetting before tipping his head to rummage through his crate to sink his teeth on the edge of a large potato bag. He pulled it out and let it thump on the ground before him with his dark talon pointing at it.

"I did some research on your territory and I found some plant seeds that will fit well with the climate and not die so you can grow whatever you lost." Pincher stated flatly with his long forked glowing tongue flicking out briefly to taste the air. Still no Prestige but he was sure the male would arrive so Pincher could say what needed to be said before heading back home once business was over. He knew his crew could take care of themselves but that did not mean he liked being gone from them for too long.

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