acres of longing / o, Ascendants Ambassador

[PINCHER]

Ambassadors? From a non-ally? Pincher was perplexed by the idea on how that was beneficial for the Ascendants if they were going out their way to have some sort of connection with the Typhoon. Pincher was a mind that did not focus on being good neighbours with anyone unless for one thing. Benefits. It was the standard, "you scratch my back, i'll scratch yours" ideal. So through the whole resource intelligence, it seemed that either the Ascendants wanted to show off what they had (a very bad idea) or wanted to be genuine and offer their resources without question (also a very bad idea). Yet, was Pincher going to complain or state out the foolishness in the idea of giving free shit to non-allies? To hell, he wasn't. Seize every opportunity and one day, you'll be the winner of it all.

The broad sleek figure of the doberman followed shortly after Caesar and Coldblue, his footsteps softly padding against the sand that surrounded the island. His half-lidded piercing arctic blue eyes faintly fluttered over as the Captain glanced at his son, noticing the way he introduced himself and the charming behaviorism that Cold had. As much as they had distanced themselves in their relationship, it seemed that Coldblue had caught some of the behavior that Pincher tended to carry when meeting strangers. Halting beside the others, the onyx canine tipped his head down to look at Lunafreya. "What kind of gifts?" He questioned bluntly, his low rumbling voice holding a nonchalant tone.

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