NEW TAB: sherbet ♤ male ♡ feline ◇ tags ♧ typhoon captain
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Sherbet once again in his infinite wisdom, hardly reacted to the massive lion sailing through the air, landing on the shore. His fur spiked up more, however, at the amusement in the Tanglewood Leader's eyes before a fake smile overtook his maw, "'Ello, Luminary Aesior! What a bleeding surprise~!"
His raw nerves still exposed and burning from all of the storm, being on the bloody ship here, and from the sheer anger of being followed. The Captain's ice cream visage swirled as his stripes seemed at a loss of where to sit with his puffed out appearance. Ear flicking, as he in the murkiness of his mind recognized Sorbet (his beloved brother, oh how he missed him so much before), the male extended one already unsheathed claw, the smaller feline traced the words on the scroll. Reveling in the tense silence as he slowly read the words on the paper, the soft scratching of claw on parchment for several minutes. Giving a slight hum every so often, the male flicked his green eyes up to Aesior every so often as he read.
Sherbet couldn't believe how fair (fair, how do you know what's truly fair in this state of mind, how do you know you aren't in such a state of hysterics and anger at being told something isn't yours when YOU found it fair and square first) the scroll was. But, you never got far as a scallyway without taking what you believe is rightfully yours. You don't turn your back on the crew that already has started trying to make this a home, a place to live and love. Sherbet spending his whole life trying to find somewhere to live and love, trying to put behind his memories of the Palm Glades, trying to put behind his unbidden terror at night that the Typhoon actually washed away, trying to give his crew a home, trying to string together home in places that didn't quite fit.
You are scared.
The Captain began to cackle as if possessed, the sound so rough, so broken coming from the small tabby. His lungs begging him to stop and to speak, speak, for fuck's sake TALK. A sharp grin overtook his usually mellow features, a paw (claws, why couldn't he sheath his claws, he didn't want to fight, please) on his shell necklace (they'd be so disappointed in me), "These are quite the terms, my fair friend!"
Mockingly sorrowful, he began slowly, "But, too bad you've seem to forgotten we're pirates, guv'nor. Truly, I'm sorry, but that's a lie, it's in our nature to take what we find, what we want to keep."
His raw nerves still exposed and burning from all of the storm, being on the bloody ship here, and from the sheer anger of being followed. The Captain's ice cream visage swirled as his stripes seemed at a loss of where to sit with his puffed out appearance. Ear flicking, as he in the murkiness of his mind recognized Sorbet (his beloved brother, oh how he missed him so much before), the male extended one already unsheathed claw, the smaller feline traced the words on the scroll. Reveling in the tense silence as he slowly read the words on the paper, the soft scratching of claw on parchment for several minutes. Giving a slight hum every so often, the male flicked his green eyes up to Aesior every so often as he read.
Sherbet couldn't believe how fair (fair, how do you know what's truly fair in this state of mind, how do you know you aren't in such a state of hysterics and anger at being told something isn't yours when YOU found it fair and square first) the scroll was. But, you never got far as a scallyway without taking what you believe is rightfully yours. You don't turn your back on the crew that already has started trying to make this a home, a place to live and love. Sherbet spending his whole life trying to find somewhere to live and love, trying to put behind his memories of the Palm Glades, trying to put behind his unbidden terror at night that the Typhoon actually washed away, trying to give his crew a home, trying to string together home in places that didn't quite fit.
You are scared.
The Captain began to cackle as if possessed, the sound so rough, so broken coming from the small tabby. His lungs begging him to stop and to speak, speak, for fuck's sake TALK. A sharp grin overtook his usually mellow features, a paw (claws, why couldn't he sheath his claws, he didn't want to fight, please) on his shell necklace (they'd be so disappointed in me), "These are quite the terms, my fair friend!"
Mockingly sorrowful, he began slowly, "But, too bad you've seem to forgotten we're pirates, guv'nor. Truly, I'm sorry, but that's a lie, it's in our nature to take what we find, what we want to keep."
SHERBET MINT Flóki!
male ★ rainbow sherbet tabby ★ architect ★ typhoon ★ tags ★ ice cream lad