03-18-2018, 11:14 PM
it seemed he would not be dining alone tonight, under the milk white stars that hung overhead. he could faintly hear the low tension of the arriving "guests" would bring. he had heard the news of one being warbound like the typhoon and the other two leaning towards the more passive ways of living. do no harm...a philosophical ideology that pincher believed was complete bull. anyone with any will to live and survive was dangerous in his books. especially the ones that held contempt for their mediocre lives, the ones that allowed strict rules and binding orders to hold back the hunger for blood. yet, he knew that others craved other things. unlike his twin that enjoyed to heal and medicate, pincher's enjoyment was putting the very victims into hospital beds. actually, no. the morgue. it was better to eliminate the enemy once in for all, to break them down until they were unable to rise up for another challenge. perhaps totally domination wasn't exactly the finest plan in the world due to it's various rooted flaws but pincher would be lying if he didn't want to destroy anyone he did not deem trustworthy. which was everyone.
the nautical mile's captain felt a small march of goosebumps roll down his spine when he heard the voice of one of the leaders. it caused his dark chocolate brown ears to draw back and his upper lip to slowlly curl to reveal incisors. what the fuck was that noise? the bengal somali mix felt his bubbling irritation began to boil into a hot broth as he focused not on the pitch of the other leader's voice but the namecalling that tugged at his thin string of patience."a bit ironic being called oinker by the pig leader. how's the mud, stick?" the cinnamon mottled male snapped flatly, an echo of a growl beginning to grip to the words that rolled out of his tongue. if first impressions were any importance, beck had stained it with all the muck he had dragged in with him. pincher rolled his broad shoulders, feeling the heated rising of his fur against the muscles of his neck and spine. oh, he did not like this sick fuck anywhere near him. pincher's aqua snake gaze narrowed with scrutiny as the captain simply lowered his skull to sink his canines into the salt drenched flesh of the fish, dangerous gaze still locked onto beck. there was almost a wild empty look, his tar black pupils constricting as he gnawed before hearing the questioning remark about coming to his territory.
"because my place is much better than your pit of mold, shithead. and if you'd like, kid — we can play pirates if that'll make you shut the fuck up." heat radiated off his uncensored words and yet, pincher showed no remorse. he did not give a fuck if they were the only warbound group that could depend on each other. daphne was more prone to diplomacy and the talent of winning over others through his silver tongue charm but pincher...not so much. he said what he meant without any second thought and the worst part, not a twinge of regret or guilt tainted his disgusting heart. was he cruel? yes. did he believe he was in the right? yes. this was his home and he would not let any disrespect come to it. feeling a familiar itch, pincher pulled his large paws back and placed them back onto his seat pad, allowing the shadows of the table to hide the unsheathing of his claws. a few minutes in and already pincher wanted to kill someone.
but before he could launch himself at beck, his velvety ears caught the faint sound of uneven breathing and footsteps. it seemed someone had at least used the stairs and was arriving. hopefully not another pain in the ass for him to deal with. it appeared that his wish came true as his azure eyes locked onto a rather odd looking feline that walked in with stars lacing their neck and...antlers. pincher had seen mutations of various mixed animals but it still slightly shocked him that there were such odd creatures living among them. his narrowed eyes remained slits as he observed with brooding silence as starrynight approached, greeting them with warmth. not a shock since he was a leader of the more "good" groups. "hey...name's pincher roux. captain of the typhoon, specifically the nautical mile crew." grunted the blue eyed male as he forced himself to relax, his rigid tightened muscles unwinding. he remained silent for a few lingering seconds, using the time to think of how to do this. yet, he was unable to indulge in his thoughts for then came a knock that later revealed a towering figure. a unicorn.
it seemed he was a rather basic bitch compared to a ghost, a hybrid with antlers, and a fucking unicorn. he felt ridiculous and pincher gently bit down on his tongue before replying to leigh with the same greeting given to the ascendant's leader. so here they were. tanglewood, the ascendants, and snowbound. inside the typhoon. he knew he should probably wait for his brother but pincher gave no sympathy for ones that stumbled behind so he cleared his throat and stated "alright, let's start the business. we ain't waiting for daph, he can come and catch up." guessing it was time to state how the typhoon was doing, pincher forced himself to lower his walls. "typhoon is doing well. the nautical crew recently joined forces with the voodoo house to coincide with each other on this island. one thing you should know is that the typhoon is warbound. so watch your shit before you get hit. i know that you two — snowy and stars, are more passive than swamp fungus and me. other than that, i know nothing about you." he knew this was not formal, that it was no way of speaking but...pincher had never done this before. never used his "charm" to gain anything. he took things by force. this was all a game of chess and pincher was not a player that focused on connections. he was also stalling. his brother better arrive to smooth things out or pinch was going to have to limp back to the healing temple with a scolding brother on his ass.
"SPEECH"
the nautical mile's captain felt a small march of goosebumps roll down his spine when he heard the voice of one of the leaders. it caused his dark chocolate brown ears to draw back and his upper lip to slowlly curl to reveal incisors. what the fuck was that noise? the bengal somali mix felt his bubbling irritation began to boil into a hot broth as he focused not on the pitch of the other leader's voice but the namecalling that tugged at his thin string of patience."a bit ironic being called oinker by the pig leader. how's the mud, stick?" the cinnamon mottled male snapped flatly, an echo of a growl beginning to grip to the words that rolled out of his tongue. if first impressions were any importance, beck had stained it with all the muck he had dragged in with him. pincher rolled his broad shoulders, feeling the heated rising of his fur against the muscles of his neck and spine. oh, he did not like this sick fuck anywhere near him. pincher's aqua snake gaze narrowed with scrutiny as the captain simply lowered his skull to sink his canines into the salt drenched flesh of the fish, dangerous gaze still locked onto beck. there was almost a wild empty look, his tar black pupils constricting as he gnawed before hearing the questioning remark about coming to his territory.
"because my place is much better than your pit of mold, shithead. and if you'd like, kid — we can play pirates if that'll make you shut the fuck up." heat radiated off his uncensored words and yet, pincher showed no remorse. he did not give a fuck if they were the only warbound group that could depend on each other. daphne was more prone to diplomacy and the talent of winning over others through his silver tongue charm but pincher...not so much. he said what he meant without any second thought and the worst part, not a twinge of regret or guilt tainted his disgusting heart. was he cruel? yes. did he believe he was in the right? yes. this was his home and he would not let any disrespect come to it. feeling a familiar itch, pincher pulled his large paws back and placed them back onto his seat pad, allowing the shadows of the table to hide the unsheathing of his claws. a few minutes in and already pincher wanted to kill someone.
but before he could launch himself at beck, his velvety ears caught the faint sound of uneven breathing and footsteps. it seemed someone had at least used the stairs and was arriving. hopefully not another pain in the ass for him to deal with. it appeared that his wish came true as his azure eyes locked onto a rather odd looking feline that walked in with stars lacing their neck and...antlers. pincher had seen mutations of various mixed animals but it still slightly shocked him that there were such odd creatures living among them. his narrowed eyes remained slits as he observed with brooding silence as starrynight approached, greeting them with warmth. not a shock since he was a leader of the more "good" groups. "hey...name's pincher roux. captain of the typhoon, specifically the nautical mile crew." grunted the blue eyed male as he forced himself to relax, his rigid tightened muscles unwinding. he remained silent for a few lingering seconds, using the time to think of how to do this. yet, he was unable to indulge in his thoughts for then came a knock that later revealed a towering figure. a unicorn.
it seemed he was a rather basic bitch compared to a ghost, a hybrid with antlers, and a fucking unicorn. he felt ridiculous and pincher gently bit down on his tongue before replying to leigh with the same greeting given to the ascendant's leader. so here they were. tanglewood, the ascendants, and snowbound. inside the typhoon. he knew he should probably wait for his brother but pincher gave no sympathy for ones that stumbled behind so he cleared his throat and stated "alright, let's start the business. we ain't waiting for daph, he can come and catch up." guessing it was time to state how the typhoon was doing, pincher forced himself to lower his walls. "typhoon is doing well. the nautical crew recently joined forces with the voodoo house to coincide with each other on this island. one thing you should know is that the typhoon is warbound. so watch your shit before you get hit. i know that you two — snowy and stars, are more passive than swamp fungus and me. other than that, i know nothing about you." he knew this was not formal, that it was no way of speaking but...pincher had never done this before. never used his "charm" to gain anything. he took things by force. this was all a game of chess and pincher was not a player that focused on connections. he was also stalling. his brother better arrive to smooth things out or pinch was going to have to limp back to the healing temple with a scolding brother on his ass.
"SPEECH"
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