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

[Morrison]

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[div style="margin: auto; max-width: 450px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 19px;"] A delightful hum exited Morrison's maw at Juniper's proclamation. So be it. The ship captain felt worried for everyone's wellbeing, but if they wished to fight, then so be it. He stood tall in their presence, confident and ready to strike. Tanglewood was the least of his worries. Stronger enemies had come and gone, defeated by The Typhoon's own. He attempted to lean into Juniper's softly, reassuring himself of his internal monologue's point, but would it be enough?

As he remained in place, webbed ears pointed upwards. They shifted towards Lucinder's outburst first. In response, Morrison could only let out a deep-hearty laugh. 'Old man.' That was an original. Catching his breath, the male managed to stab back. "Sit down, kiddo," he chided. "The adults are talking." For a moment, orange eyes narrowed. "What you speak of, this 'leverage,' is something ya don't even have." A paw jolted out from underneath his chest and pointed out at the captain's daughter. It encircled her silhouette for a moment before returning to the ground with a thump, causing the older canine to snort. What a ridiculous attempt at a threat. In the meantime, his gaze attempted to meet Loki's for a brief moment. "Don't let the short dickhead get to ya, 'kay?"

His attention redirected onto Aesior. The luminary held more sway than their subjects and spoke with a purpose, but their reasoning was one that had no morality behind it. A 'fair trade' for wartime was not such.  "Yer former leaders weren't explorers, nor were they the sharpest tack in the drawer. We can agree there," he pointed out, "But that doesn't change the fact that yers truly found the land yer sittin' ya fluffy ass on." His gaze shifted downwards and then back up, offering a cheeky smile in response.

The leader went on to threaten them. Morrison took a deep breath in, releasing it moments later in a large, dramatic sigh as if Aesior had a point, but his dramatics, as always, continued for the fun of it. A paw raised up to his chin. Claws scratched at his chin. His lips pursed momentarily and hummed in thought. "MMmmmmMmM, I don't think we'll do that." His gaze quickly shifted to Sherbet, hoping they'd agree. "Ya talk about greedy, but here ye are taking what we own and have for months." Captain Morrison saw right through the irony.

Pulling away from Juniper, he continued to pace forward again. His head lowered down and his chest started to fall to the floor, ready to strike. "Be my guest. Consider your choices and lay down the law if you wish." His head tilted in an attempt to question Aesior. "Their blood will be on yer hands, ya knob." Lips pulled back, exposing yellowed teeth. "Or ye can walk and be a happy-go-lucky lying lion in the depths of your muddled waters."

Challenging their newfound enemy, the canine aimed to get up in the other's face as he finished in his stride. Orange eyes attempted to connect with their own, locking their gaze. In a whisper, he leaned in. "Are ya really going to risk the lives of yer people for some measly island, ya sick cunt?"