trouble on the horizon }} typhoon on the island + tanglewoods arrival

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

The waves had begun to shift and splash up at Alexandre's rock, causing them to get up from their position and scoot backwards with their hind legs. Chest curling upwards, their head tilted over to see silhouettes on the horizon. It couldn't be. The feline clambered to their paws and stood shocked, jaw parted in awe. A smirk started to curl up onto their features. Oh, but it was.

Perhaps this was their fault. Who cared. The slick feline turned back towards their commander with narrowed orange eyes, ready to speak, but the hysterical captain had already caught sight of the ships. As he spoke, Alexandre could feel their body begin to loosen and claws slowly slid from their sheaths. Just as he had doubted, Tanglewood was on their doorstep. Talking with peace in mind was Morrison's preference. It was not Alexandre's. Smooth talking with a tinge of aggression behind their back, they had another plan in mind.

Dark legs shifted out towards the underbrush and slyly moved into it's contents. Concealed by the shade and the greenery, the feline held his chest to the floor and remained in silence. Alexandre had a plan. A longshot for sure. Even something that would bother his higher ups, but well worth it in the end. Maybe for him. Maybe for everyone. The logistics had been calculated but the outcome was yet to come.