misplacing her sleep / p, pincher

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Usually, ocelot cubs remained with their mother for the first two years of their life - at only around ten months old, she still had at least three more months before she could feasibly hunt well on her own. But that timeframe, she imagined, applied very little to her specifically. Blessed with several magical powers from the moment of her birth, she thought that journeying to the Typhoon amounted to little trouble. What she lacked in strength and size she made up for with raw magical talent - not to mention her four odd eyes. She inherited that mutation, along with her forked tail, from her mother - which made her paranoid about what other genetics she might unfortunately possess.

But she put those thoughts out of her mind; she walked all the way out here, with her paw pads sore and muscles tired, to get away from those worries. If only for a little while. Besides, she held some curiosity about the group her father claimed to lead, last time he visited her. Since he was late to their last meeting, she decided to visit him in his own territory herself. Especially since she needed a long break from dealing with her mother's latest hysteria.

The tips of her tails flicked and twitched as she entered Typhoon territory, her mouth open as she smelled the surrounding area. Not aware of her father's death, she found herself perplexed at the lack of... well, any of his presence. Growling to herself, slightly irritated and afraid he'd just lied to her outright, the pale ocelot gritted her teeth as she paused in her steps. Unsure how to proceed, she supposed it'd be best to turn around before she got spotted by any of the locals. For all she knew, the directions he'd given her could've taken her straight to a jaguar's home terf. Or he'd told the truth and missed their meeting because his group was wiped out by a pack of prehistoric monsters. Either way, staying put in unfamiliar land that clearly was controlled by a large group seemed a poor idea.

Her paw barely moved a centimeter before she narrowed her four eyes, realizing something seemed familiar in one of the many scents around the area. Pausing, she lifted her head as she analyzed it - of course. At least one of them smelled similar enough to her dad to imply a kinship relationship. Perhaps the son her father sometimes mentioned? Deciding to risk her chances, the lithe wildcat started following the scent trail of her potential family member, though her slow crouch and apprehensive body language clearly showed her caution at doing so.

// retro to about two months icly ago
[member=66]PINCHER[/member]

[PINCHER]

Pincher was more than aware of how expansive his family tree was and despite this, hardly held any knowledge for it. His father was distant with the idea of mentioning any possible half-siblings he may have after the male had fallen away from his mother out of spite and anger, returning to the slyish ways of sleeping with strangers and having the possibility of becoming a father due to this. He knew his father desired a monstrous army of children by his side yet had never even stuck around for them except for Pincher but that was only due to Pincher being part of the nomad gang that his father had once traveled in before settling back onto the cursed island. The island that held so many painful memories that yet were like faded photos found in an old cardboard box, tainted with spots of blood and dry tears. He did his best to not question why his father sought to spread the Roux family so much but after a while, he began to notice how the secret blossomed from it's hidden spot on his father's heart. He was power hungry. Ambitious. He desired to conquer everything including hearts if only temporarily.

Pincher had decided it was best to just stick to himself and not go find his siblings even though there had been ones he was able to recall and held warm memories with. He knew some desired not to see the same eyes that his father once had, the exact replica of the piercing icy shade of blue that caused shivers down the spines of other. The unnerving lack of pupil dilation was also something that irked many yet Pincher knew that if it was a popular mutation that tended to be found in the biology of the Rouxes. He wondered how and why the mutations had become such a likely event for even his own children carried them within them, Coldblue and Goldenluxury both holding the glow, the eyelid, and the snake like eyes. Yet despite Pincher being somewhat interested in science, he had never held the itch to sink into work to figure out the codes in DNA that lead to this. Better for someone with that sort of field of interest to do so if they were able to find anything that lead to the reason and why or how the Rouxes stuck out from the crowds if one noticed the peculiar mutations.

He was eyeing himself in a nearby jungle stream that weaved through the sand and into the salt sea, the freshwater mingling with the sodium of the expansive waters that stretched for miles. He had dried blood splattered upon his jaws, the vibrant crimson splashes not his but a simple hunt that had been rather too messy for his liking. The broad shouldered obsidian colored doberman was sitting back on his launches, front caramel brown paws dripping with the crystalline liquid to wipe off the blood while he hummed an old tune that his father had once sang along with the crew. He rather missed the old fuck but found comfort in being free from someone as manipulative as his father. He appeared distracted, sinking into his thoughts as the Captain was oblivious to the fact that there was an old face in his memories rising to greet him once again.

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© MADI

[ROSEMARY]

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As she followed her invisible line, the ocelot found herself growing steadily bolder - the territory smelled wet with jungle humidity and her ears filled with the sounds of life. She found herself liking this place, even if she didn't know much at all about the inhabitants that lived there. Her father never took time to mention how pirate life functioned in this place, only mentioning his own brother and her half-brother as crewmates. Even then, details were still scarce, as she could only really rely on her scarce encounters with Pincher as truthful. Her father didn't like to tell her too much truth, after all.

Paws itching to explore, she flexed her claws as she looked up and straightened her posture. She caught the smell of some practically delicious-smelling prey, but she could also see the silhouette of whoever she was tailing. Putting a pin in her hunting drive, the slender wildcat continued forward, her hunting crouch abandoned for the more practical quick walk now that her confidence grew.

The silhouette gradually deepened in detail, as the sunlight reflected off the waters to illuminate the figure despite the jungle shade. The obsidian form, darker and taller than her own, instantly brought up memories - as only one of the Roux family clan willingly lived as a canine. "Pincher!" she called out, seconds before she attempted to leap on top of him in a friendly sibling tackle. She, at ten months old, still acted more like an adolescent than a sub-adult, and her enthusiastic greeting certainly demonstrated the more reckless enthusiasm of her childhood days.