IF CRAZY EQUALS GENIUS / o, joining

[PINCHER]

Where was Pincher? The ghost did not know nor did it realize it was the faded polaroid form of the doberman that had once ruled over the Typhoon. All that it knew was that this odd magical place felt like home, the energy that flowed through it not similar to that than any other land that it had wandered through. Perhaps it was due to some deep connection that was rooted between the lost deity and the place it was now located at. It was slipping through the trees and rich vegetation of the jungle, it's pawsteps not making a single sound as the male glanced around with faded versions of the electric blue eyes of Pincher. In his chocolate brown lips hung a cigarette, one that was exactly like the ones that the Captain used to smoke. He halted a little far away when he heard voices and commotion, it's glazed optics flickering towards the creatures and deciding to observe what was happening.

It stalked quietly closer to the crowd, towering broad-shouldered figure softly shimmering and hardly visible due to the strong summer daylight that shone down upon the island and its inhabitants. Who were they again? A crew? The elusive doberman was standing a little far ways off, velvety ears pricked with attention as he didn't get too close nor too far to miss what would be said to the stranger that reminded him of someone but he could not place his paw on. Memories. They were such fickle things and the phantom was having trouble recalling any from the deceased form of the male.

( ghost form ooooo )

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