ALL AROUND THE WORLD / typhoon

She would approach then, the wolf eyeing the basket before turning to her clan-mates. "Who else would it be for?" she'd snap at Nora, then focus back on Goldenluxury. She tried not to stare at the bird on her back, feeling somewhat uneasy with it there, staring at them with it's evil eyes. At least it wasn't a hawk--hawks were the most evil of all.

"Name's Ymir. Thanks for all the free shit, too." she says with a smirk growing on her face. Whatever was all in the gift basket, it would help Sunhaven out, even if just a little bit. "character's speech."

Although Gordon knew that The Typhoon were allies, the she-cat couldn't help but feel worried as she caught a whiff of their scent. Fortunately though, that scent wasn't mingled with death and decay, a sign that it was her father, which was really reassuring. Gordon waddled up to stand next to Ymir, blinking up at Goldenluxury. "Y-yeah, thank you!" She squeaked out. "I'm sure Marina w-will really appreciate this." Even if there weren't a lot of supplies at the moment; after all, how would Goldenluxury know to bring stuff? As far as Gordon was aware, The Typhoon had no idea what had happened to Sunhaven.

★ where all your darkest fears are gonna come for you ! ━

CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray panthera hybrid with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently single. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓

❝ A MODERN GOD IN A TAILORED SUIT — WHO'S LIPS TASTE LIKE FORBIDDEN FRUIT ❞

Pincher was nervous. He felt nauseating fear tighten around his throat like a sharp wire coil, causing great discomfort but he forced himself to steady his breathing as the male shortly followed after the spotted figure of his daughter and her pet. He stalked silently behind her, a looming storm grey shadow ready to come to life if someone threatened his daughter. However, the journey to the border of Sunhaven seemed to be rather smooth and no trouble arose onto their path. He remained rather silent while they walked as his mind was clouded with heavy foggy thoughts, stuffing his security with paranoia. What would she say? What would she do? Was it even right for him to admit to her what he wanted to say when he only had only about a month left to...They were here.

The tattooed lean figure of the ash grey hybrid halted beside his Quartermaster as they halted together at the border, his cool aqua blue gaze fluttering around as he noticed some of the territory was still flooded. His fictional eyebrows furrowed with worry but the broad shouldered predator simply sighed and watched as Goldie announced her presence as he remained sitting behind her, his dark striped tail curling gently around her in his usual protective manner. He watched as more arrived but still no sign of her. The neutral frown that graced his muzzle deepened and he hesitantly questioned “Is Marina around? She alright?” He tried to keep his voice steady but there was a tiny lace of worry burning low in his tone.

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❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — DEMIGOD — FATHER — THE HERMIT ❞

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The smell sea salt and the Typhoon hit Dimitri's nose, it made his fur stand as he leaped up, spooked. The tom peeked out of his den, eyes watching as the pirates appeared.
They're allies... Maybe they should leave- move to the Ascendents. Marina already confessed her love for Pincher and and- Is this a repeat of Snowbound? Does Pincher do this with all the pretty boys and girls? How devious~ Dimitri wanted to stay here, he did- he initally liked the weather and wanted a place he could relax in.
This alliance though... it made his anxiety spike. They probably didn't know him, but they would definitely remember Delta. Maybe he should apologize for her behavior so that they won't hurt him- WE HAVE NOTHING TO APOLOGIZE FOR. Dimitri winced as Dagon yelled at him, taking a step back. They got mad. They ordered an attack on Atbash. Delta fought for her honor and failed. We have NOTHING to apologize for. Dimitri found himself hyperventilating as the alter yelled, claws clutched into the ground and felt himself slipping and leaving his body- he wasn't touching anything- he was-
He gasped, being taken out of his body as someone else fronted.

Dakota rarely fronted. Perhaps he did so now because the others were too busy holding their tongues. Maybe he was the only one who could deal with this sensibly and with maturity. He wasn't sure what Delta would do and Dagon... wasn't the friendliest of gents. The old alter sat down, looking down at Dimitri's young body, running Dimitri's paw over his scarred shoulders.
Should he meet them in Dimitri's body? No... They could recognize him. Maybe. Dakota shuddered, feeling their face shift and their fur grow out and turn black. His white whiskers grew out and confirmed the change with Dimitri's green eyes turning yellow.

Dakota went through their bag, finding his glasses and smushing them onto his flat face. A band in the back held them around his head, and the tom took a moment to review himself. Dakota was an old, black, ugly Persian with yellow, crusty eyes and a wet maw. He snorted, his nasal blocked by mucus and quickly resorted to mouth breathing.
Dakota meandered outside, slowly approaching the group with his hobbled footsteps and sniffing occasionally.
"Oh... gifts... That's so nice of you." He noted the baked goods and tried to sniff them, but just took a step away. He didn't want his residue getting on their gifts.
"I'm Dakota... It's very nice to see young folk helping eachother out..."

They don't deserve our pleasantries.

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