rock bottom - o, joiner

[PINCHER]

Pincher had never really been a green thumb though he had once tried to plant a few flowers now and then. It had been when he had married his wife, trying to please her in any way possible including the generic "i'll give you flowers" task that a lot of creatures did to show their fondness And it had worked. Or well at least for a while. She had grown tired of the same flowers he would offer and demand to do something "exciting" once in his life. Despite being the strong confident being Pincher was today, there were insecurities that would blossom when he would notice any flowers being given as the constant reminder of his wife ached inside his head. He wasn't sure how to feel about gardening anymore since it had never really been his strong suit but he had enjoyed the ability to have a hobby that was satisfying and somewhat relaxing. Here in the isolated island, the vegetation mostly was one of vibrant sturdy tropical flowers due to the fertile volcanic earth. Some members would bring other plant species as well and so, there were plants that Pincher wasn't able to recognize since they came from other parts of the world.

The broad-shouldered Captain was a little far off from where Goldenluxury was, seeking his daughter to ensure she was okay. Ever since returning, he had fretted over her health when he noticed the state she was in when he had returned from the dead, the sea no longer able to hold him down. His bloodshot icy blue gaze was flickering around for her as the male searched for the golden brown bengal, parting his jaws to call her when he heard the sound of her voice. His long forked tongue flicked out as he managed to catch her scent as well as a stranger's. But it wasn't near the gate. It was near their base. A trespasser. His thin tar black needles for pupils snapped towards the direction where the scent was coming from and quickly picked up his pace, coffee brown paws softly thumping on the rich soft grass that outlined the jungle. As he stepped out of his path, he caught sight of Goldie and quickly rushed to her side as he aimed to gently press against her to hold her upright. Without batting an eye, he aimed to softly bite down on her scruff and twist around to lay her on his back as the massive onyx doberman then turned towards Honey, a perplexed yet hardened arctic blue gaze locked onto the trespasser. "The hell are you doing with those seeds, huh?" Pincher questioned, upper lip slightly curling to reveal pale ivory shark-like teeth as he was worried those seeds might blossom to something dangerous. He became slightly distracted by the hummingbird and the flower that sprouted from one of the female's eyes, captivated for a brief second before forcing himself to pay attention.

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