10-26-2018, 11:27 PM
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 felt a little...under the weather? Could a demigod of stormy seas say that? It was rather ironic but at the moment, he was struggling to keep himself awake despite being used to being awake for countless of nights. Countless. That was a lie. He knew how many days there were left for this year. For him. He stared blankly down at the rich turqouise sea glass bowl filled with fish heads, his brilliant clever eyes distant as if he was being reprogrammed. However, this did not last long as a seagull swooped nearby and attempted to snatch one of the gaping fish heads but the wildcat snapped back into the plane of reality, raising a paw to swipe at the bird. He gritted his teeth ever so slightly, hissing a soft Romani curse under his breath at the damn beach birds that roamed the outskirts of the lush island as he turned around to glance towards the other tables that had been placed on the deck of the gently rocking ship. He sucked in a deep breath of the rich salty hinted air, feeling a cool fall breeze manage to break through the humidity that surrounded them. He remembered all the lands he had journeyed to in this old ship, the Tempest held memories he was not fond of but there was always that connection he had to it as he had always made sure she was well maintained.
He made a mental note to make sure he sent out his envoys to their allies to invite them to the event as Pincher knew that this would be a good way to have a formal event between the two since Rosebloods and Sunhaven had invited the Typhoon. Pincher had unluckily been able to travel to those two events, caught up with his work and well...he subconsciously raised a pale snow white paw to the mid section of his broad neck, the bandages that had hidden his injury now gone but he could remember the feeling in his chest. There were no scars marking him but...the pain was still there. Internal bleeding of an immortal. How odd. He sucked in a deep breath, his gills gently closing as he turned to look at how the ship had been decorated. Multiple cobwebs hung and swayed gently all around the ship's exterior while skulls of various creatures hung with their lower jaws gaping open and empty sockets staring emptily.
Were they real? Pincher wasn't so sure. He had told some crewmates to just fetch skulls and knowing well enough his crew, some were probably real and others not. Lit pumpkins with sly wicked grins sat all around the deck with pirate hats covering the top of their heads and some even had eyepatches. Skeletons (once again, he was unsure if they were real or not) also were seated comically around the two long wooden tables that had been set alongside each other with covers of ghosts. One table was covered with rich delicious food that varied from vegetables to meat to fruits to anything else that could be seen as mouth-watering. Of course, there was fish and rum but that was because Pincher always liked to hint the uniqueness that the Typhoon had with its culture. He smiled briefly at the thought before turning to focus on the other table and bit back a chuckle.
This was the "daring" table. One could either tell a truth or be dared to eat disgusting dishes of various types. Fish heads, bowl of tuna eyes, a bowl of fried insects found all over the jungle, jellied meat, rotten cheese, salt water crocodile tongue and much more that had been found and created by mischevious cooks in the crew. Pincher grimaced, wrinkling his nose when he caught sight of his own creation out of pure evil, octopus ink filled dumplings. He had decided to mash the two together and well...he certainly hoped he wouldn't be dared to eat anything. He had made sure he had smoothen out his fur, his muscular form now standing tall at the entrance of the ship where one walked up the plank to invite his crew and guests in. He cleared his throat and stated "Welcome everyone to the Typhoon's Spooky Feast. Feel free to grab a drink or a snack but if you want to begin the truth or dare game with the disgusting ass food over there, go ahead. Hell, I can be your first victim of truth or dare." Pincher shrugged his lean tattooed shoulders, the dark storm gray panthera hybrid flashing a charming yet slightly nervous grin.
He made a mental note to make sure he sent out his envoys to their allies to invite them to the event as Pincher knew that this would be a good way to have a formal event between the two since Rosebloods and Sunhaven had invited the Typhoon. Pincher had unluckily been able to travel to those two events, caught up with his work and well...he subconsciously raised a pale snow white paw to the mid section of his broad neck, the bandages that had hidden his injury now gone but he could remember the feeling in his chest. There were no scars marking him but...the pain was still there. Internal bleeding of an immortal. How odd. He sucked in a deep breath, his gills gently closing as he turned to look at how the ship had been decorated. Multiple cobwebs hung and swayed gently all around the ship's exterior while skulls of various creatures hung with their lower jaws gaping open and empty sockets staring emptily.
Were they real? Pincher wasn't so sure. He had told some crewmates to just fetch skulls and knowing well enough his crew, some were probably real and others not. Lit pumpkins with sly wicked grins sat all around the deck with pirate hats covering the top of their heads and some even had eyepatches. Skeletons (once again, he was unsure if they were real or not) also were seated comically around the two long wooden tables that had been set alongside each other with covers of ghosts. One table was covered with rich delicious food that varied from vegetables to meat to fruits to anything else that could be seen as mouth-watering. Of course, there was fish and rum but that was because Pincher always liked to hint the uniqueness that the Typhoon had with its culture. He smiled briefly at the thought before turning to focus on the other table and bit back a chuckle.
This was the "daring" table. One could either tell a truth or be dared to eat disgusting dishes of various types. Fish heads, bowl of tuna eyes, a bowl of fried insects found all over the jungle, jellied meat, rotten cheese, salt water crocodile tongue and much more that had been found and created by mischevious cooks in the crew. Pincher grimaced, wrinkling his nose when he caught sight of his own creation out of pure evil, octopus ink filled dumplings. He had decided to mash the two together and well...he certainly hoped he wouldn't be dared to eat anything. He had made sure he had smoothen out his fur, his muscular form now standing tall at the entrance of the ship where one walked up the plank to invite his crew and guests in. He cleared his throat and stated "Welcome everyone to the Typhoon's Spooky Feast. Feel free to grab a drink or a snack but if you want to begin the truth or dare game with the disgusting ass food over there, go ahead. Hell, I can be your first victim of truth or dare." Pincher shrugged his lean tattooed shoulders, the dark storm gray panthera hybrid flashing a charming yet slightly nervous grin.
❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — DEMIGOD — FATHER — THE HERMIT ❞
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