TRAIN TRACKS — TYPHOON LEADER

[PINCHER]

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 ❞

Pincher had promised to arrive to Rosebloods after discussion with his crew and he wanted to keep his promise despite his dislike of leaving his crew without a captain though he trusted Argus to take over him in case of anything. The sleek figure of the jaguar wasn't entirely used to traveling after no longer needing to jump to other territories except for raiding so it was rather odd for him not to carry any weaponry with him as he traveled, his jaws instead clamped around a role that was connected to a chest. He wasn't fond of unnecessary gift basketing especially with how large his crew was, he needed everything he could get but he wanted to show that he was ready to show his dedication to being a strong ally to Rosebloods even if it wasn't entirely necessary for him to.

The broad-shouldered tattooed male halted at the edge of the border, dropping the embezzled chest that contained some vials of herbs as well as some weaponry such as daggers that were specific to the Typhoon due to their blacksmithing abilities with the molten lava of the volcano. He allowed the chest to thump softly on the ground with his piercing ice blue gaze narrowing as the dark demigod went into a sitting position with his long tail curling around his form, his fictional eyebrows furrowed as he waited to see who would spot him since he wasn't in the mood to be hollering his head off for attention.

❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL  — JAGUAR — FATHER — HUSBAND ❞

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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

The cheetah cub - hardly a cub, she thought, she's trained for over a month now - appeared first to meet the Typhoon leader, her nose crinkling for a moment as she smelled his unusual tropical scent. However, that barely lasted on her expression, as she quickly fell into her usual haughty demeanor. With her nose up, her golden eyes skirted over the objects around the jaguar's feet, noticing the interesting assortment of herbs and weapons. Alright, so he came in peace; likely delivering good news or returning after one of the Rosebloods reached out to the Typhoon. From what she knew of the pirates, she doubted their leader would come with gifts to anyone other than a potential ally.

"Good day, I'm Charon Mortem. Can I help you with something?" she asked him, muzzle tilting slightly to the right. She assumed he probably wanted Sola or Felix; well, she disliked playing messenger, so she wasn't about to go running off unless she needed to.

[member=1608]SOLA[/member] [member=1860]FELIX V.[/member]

TAGS • WRITTEN BY AXIOM

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[SAYØNARALULLABY]

[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]　　　Behind the glory gold in fire comes a fragile, little lost star. / Catching after magic dusts and silver serenity, like comfort found in counting constellations. / The star child stands besides his sister, head high and posture strong. / A mountain against the oceans. / A tree against the storms. / Ayon glances at Charon and watches her mouth moving. / He blinks, shifting his soft gaze on to the beast who inhales nicotine and exhales hurricanes before him. / He tilts his head.

　　　January angel. / Does the kit first notice the pair of broken haloes stitched in his shoulders. / He thinks of how the beast's heart must beat to the music art of wild rains and dead seas. / Tragedy sets in between ivory ribs. / Breathing saltwater, lungs burning. / Always there. / Always a reminder given against his flesh and organs he is still alive. / Ayon takes a step closer to the older male and shifts. / January angel. / A beauty with sharp teeth and storm borne eyes.

　　　❝ Pret..ty... ❞ mutters Ayon, his voice belonging to a ghost; cold and quiet. / He averts his eyes from the jaguar and stares at the basket. / Seeing the weapons and herbs in there, approval flickers across baby blue eyes. / He claps his forepaws a couple times, mortal veins burns with excitement, before he peeks into the container and starts examining the items, celestial mind immediately absent in the rolling waves of interest and curiosity. / World forgotten. / Lights gone.

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"The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...
It coiled itself around your tender heart."

a shadow passed by overhead, blanketing the area momentarily before it grew larger as the thing casting it descended nary a few meters behind pinch - wings two-fold shifting and rustling backwards as they settled and the great horned head swinging one  way as Lucifer winched the lead and dropped his own burden,

well if they were going to have one sole ally, might as well treat them right - like Pinch he'd gone for gifts, though his were more numerous in the frivolities, he did have handcrafted daggers and a few swords he'd collected over the years - when one was a dragon, one got the fair few challengers in his long life, thus a fair few trophies - outside of that were various shells, small accessories and knick nacks of all sorts (this had been a bit of an excuse to get rid of some of the non gifted items he'd somehow accumulated in his cave over his long living time - he was not a hoarder by nature and yet somehow it still collected).

with his burden released, Lucifer inclined his head to Pincher and the two rosebloods - one Charon Mortem, hm, he hadn't heard that last name in awhile - "Lucifer Grimm" he introduced before settling back to sit quietly - he'd followed after Pinch quite insistently, ever the worried personal bodyguard to almost all the typhoon at this point.

/dragon satan oof + I hadta

TAGS • PLAYLIST • LARGE DRAGON • TYPHOON / STRIKER

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The cheetah approaches carefully, her focus moving from one individual to the next before her attention is caught by one troublesome child in particular.

"Mosa," she warns lowly, rather unamused by her daughter's tactics. For a few moments, her caramel gaze is steady upon the girl, although she takes a moment to briefly turn her attention towards the dragon in question: Lucifer. Inhaling sharply, she makes the decision to keep her mouth shut, as she would prefer not to chase them away with her aggressive attitude. However, it's rather clear she's not happy in the current situation.

Minutes later, she continues with her walk, having paused a few feet back to assess the situation. It's now that she places herself by Charon and Ayon, taking some time to look them over before finally bringing her gaze to Pincher, the most important being here (aside from her, of course). "Good to see you," is the sole comment she makes, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. Under the current circumstances, she'd prefer he speaks before she says anything else.

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