this was complete and utter bull. he didn't know why they were all suddenly deciding to have a day to have peace among other groups that were lead by strangers that were coming to his home. he had desired to protest against this, wanted to retort with disbelief and irritation that he didn't want dumbasses that didn't belong to his crew or his sibling's house to be on the very island that they had just proclaimed as their home. but part of him knew it was best to hold back, to push down whatever pride was bubbling inside of him and to observe what these group leaders had in their peanuts for brains.
so, he decided to accept and even offer entrance to the volcanic island that was isolated from the rest of the world except for the thin long strip of land that connected it to the other territories. what territories? he had no clue but he suppose this was the reason why he should see what groups had what in their claim. pincher knew this was just a game of strategy, a test of what this world contained in it's inhabitants. all the information he had recently gathered from his rats was that there were three other groups that were very different from each other. one on the snowy valley, one in a radioactive swamp, and one within an observatory. rather odd places filled with odd creatures.
"make sure they come to the lighthouse and only the lighthouse." the low rumbling voice of pincher cracked the night air as he glanced towards an npc member, frigid blue gaze holding no touch of patience. the crewmate nodded and stalked away, climbing on top of the lifeguard tower near the arbor beach entrance of the strip land. luckily for the others, the tide was serene and low so the railroad trail on top of the long strip of earth would not be swallowed by the ocean. wrinkling his pale salmon nose, the coffee brown bengal began to strut quietly to the lighthouse that was a beacon of light, it's ongoing glow flashing for all to see.
it was good that this would be the place where they were meeting since it was a good distance away from the anchored ships and the easiest entrance of the jungle. don't get him wrong, pincher enjoyed having allies and resources but at the moment, the leaders that were coming were considered a possible threat to him and his twin brother. daphne better not be fucking late or i'll skin his damn snake... he thought as he walked into the entrance of the lighthouse and began to climb the wounding staircase, reaching the top floor. within the room, there was a long table made of ivory marble that was covered with various types of seafood and fruits from the jungle, illuminated by small golden lanterns. he had been against giving rations to the invited but daphne had argued that they should at least make a good impression for any possible ally candidates, whatever the fuck that meant.
taking a seat at the very front of the table, pincher allowed a loud yawn escape his jaws as his porcelain white paw reached out to hook one pale claw on a smoked mackerel, pulling it forward and beginning to gnaw in a bored fashion as he waited in complete silence. the hybrid began to hum lazily alongside the faint soft beating of the ocean waves that crashed against the rocks that supported the lighthouse. they better hurry the fuck up or i'll just eat all of this myself.. he thought while already beginning to grab a second mackerel.
"[b]SPEECH"
so, he decided to accept and even offer entrance to the volcanic island that was isolated from the rest of the world except for the thin long strip of land that connected it to the other territories. what territories? he had no clue but he suppose this was the reason why he should see what groups had what in their claim. pincher knew this was just a game of strategy, a test of what this world contained in it's inhabitants. all the information he had recently gathered from his rats was that there were three other groups that were very different from each other. one on the snowy valley, one in a radioactive swamp, and one within an observatory. rather odd places filled with odd creatures.
"make sure they come to the lighthouse and only the lighthouse." the low rumbling voice of pincher cracked the night air as he glanced towards an npc member, frigid blue gaze holding no touch of patience. the crewmate nodded and stalked away, climbing on top of the lifeguard tower near the arbor beach entrance of the strip land. luckily for the others, the tide was serene and low so the railroad trail on top of the long strip of earth would not be swallowed by the ocean. wrinkling his pale salmon nose, the coffee brown bengal began to strut quietly to the lighthouse that was a beacon of light, it's ongoing glow flashing for all to see.
it was good that this would be the place where they were meeting since it was a good distance away from the anchored ships and the easiest entrance of the jungle. don't get him wrong, pincher enjoyed having allies and resources but at the moment, the leaders that were coming were considered a possible threat to him and his twin brother. daphne better not be fucking late or i'll skin his damn snake... he thought as he walked into the entrance of the lighthouse and began to climb the wounding staircase, reaching the top floor. within the room, there was a long table made of ivory marble that was covered with various types of seafood and fruits from the jungle, illuminated by small golden lanterns. he had been against giving rations to the invited but daphne had argued that they should at least make a good impression for any possible ally candidates, whatever the fuck that meant.
taking a seat at the very front of the table, pincher allowed a loud yawn escape his jaws as his porcelain white paw reached out to hook one pale claw on a smoked mackerel, pulling it forward and beginning to gnaw in a bored fashion as he waited in complete silence. the hybrid began to hum lazily alongside the faint soft beating of the ocean waves that crashed against the rocks that supported the lighthouse. they better hurry the fuck up or i'll just eat all of this myself.. he thought while already beginning to grab a second mackerel.
"[b]SPEECH"
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