06-28-2018, 03:01 AM
Things in the Typhoon had slowed down recently. Sure, Pincher suddenly coming back was pretty neat, but other than that, things were pretty normal. Caesar causing trouble, crew-mates getting drunk and being jolly pirates, attending events--it was all mundane by now. Greed had spent plenty of time there now, and he had quickly grown bored of it. He never thought he'd see the day he got tired of waking up from a drunken haze the night before, but here he was.
Anyways, that's how he had found himself approaching Tanglewood. He hadn't been to the other clans much, so he figured why not pay a visit? Apparently they weren't on good terms, so he was fully expecting a scuffle or something like that. He grinned at the thought, deciding it had been too long since he last fought with someone. He couldn't help wondering if his shield ability still worked now that he was a panther. He'd probably find out here soon.
Stopping as he crossed the border, he took a long sniff of the air, quickly detecting someone nearby. Good. He crouches down, though he's a bit lopsided as he'd never learned how to properly do it. Nevertheless his steps are muted as he follows the scent trail. He scowls in distaste towards the mushy ground underneath his paws, but manages to keep his composure, focusing on his upcoming attack. Once he was close enough, he'd push back and leap form the undergrowth he had hid in, aiming to pin down his opponent.
"SPEECH"
Anyways, that's how he had found himself approaching Tanglewood. He hadn't been to the other clans much, so he figured why not pay a visit? Apparently they weren't on good terms, so he was fully expecting a scuffle or something like that. He grinned at the thought, deciding it had been too long since he last fought with someone. He couldn't help wondering if his shield ability still worked now that he was a panther. He'd probably find out here soon.
Stopping as he crossed the border, he took a long sniff of the air, quickly detecting someone nearby. Good. He crouches down, though he's a bit lopsided as he'd never learned how to properly do it. Nevertheless his steps are muted as he follows the scent trail. He scowls in distaste towards the mushy ground underneath his paws, but manages to keep his composure, focusing on his upcoming attack. Once he was close enough, he'd push back and leap form the undergrowth he had hid in, aiming to pin down his opponent.
"SPEECH"