HARD TIMES | o, joining

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Pincher had shit to do. Specifically he didn't want to do. He had been spat out by the ocean and for what? Well, only now was he able to figure out why. He was meant to be some sort of fucking hunter for gods that demanded attention, their greed never satisfied. So Pincher had left the island in the dead of the night, swimming silently against the heavy waves to go search for victims that were not in the island. The canine's ink black figure blended well into the darkness as he continued on his hunt, jaws splattered with crimson blood. He had already taken a life that night and was preparing to take another. How many did these bastards desire? When would they be satisfied? Pincher's questions were offered but the gods remained silent as well as the voices, clearly not caring what Pincher thought about the situation. He was growing tired of the absense of voices, his gills opening and closing repeatedly as he swam through after traveling. As he grew closer, he managed to catch a scent that was not familiar and certainly not from the sea. His pepper black nostrils flared, spraying softly seamist into the air before diving into the water and swimming to where the other male was located at.

As he reached the railroad tracks, he broke once again through the murky ocean surface, his icy glacier blue eyes locking onto the cream-colored feline that awaited at the gate of the Typhoon's land before entering. Pincher stalked slowly out of the ocean to follow after the smaller male, velvety ears beginning to fold back in a state of suspicion of who this could be. Some stranger looking for trouble to spark controversy or was it some Tanglewood fucker that craved the attention of irritated sleep-deprived enemies. His long forked tongue slipped out of his jaws in frustration as he quickened his pace until he managed to cross the gate, his figure soaked and glinting from the pale silver rays of the bone white moon. "Oi. Who the hell are you and what are you doing coming into Typhoon territory?" Pincher called out, rumbling deep voice traced with warning as the lithe streamlined doberman went to trot past Alpha and block the tom's path to going any deeper into the rich tropical territory that slowly swayed in the lazy winds of the night. His glowing gaze narrowed as he stared down at Alpha, awaiting a response from the stranger that had found the island in the darkness.

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