Run, run lost boy // open+joining // they say to me

[PINCHER]

Pincher was used to winning and losing. Specifically a type of winning and losing. He was used to winning over many with his charismatic charm and convincing them to become a part of his side while he was used to losing close friends and family. This could mean either death or simply missing from his life that he lived on the tropical island. One of them had been his younger sibling, Reus. The child had been a wonderful part of his life, a ray of light that would shine with such purity that Pincher had always wanted to protect him from every danger that surrounded them when they traveled with his father and uncle. It had been his fault for losing his little brother, for not concentrating on the weather that had limited his senses from finding his sibling. That entire day, he had gone on a search for him, calling out but never being able to recieve an answer despite the pleas that had grown hoarse in his throat. Pincher had desired to keep searching but his father demanded they must leave due to some conflict with another gang that would attack them if they were found in the temporary camp they had settled. Pincher had protested to stay, refusing to leave his sibling but next thing he knew was that he would wake up with an aching headache and on his father's ship. As much as begged to return, no one would listen and after a while the male was forced to move on though the memory burned when he be caught in a storm.

Pincher now was grown up, an adult. He had matured and was now able to gain control, no one ordering him to do anything for he was the captain of the crew that had returned to the island. He enjoyed the freedom of all his "hard work" into getting what he wanted but there was always that empty feeling that he had failed his sibling for not going out and trying to search for him again. Was he even alive? The question always led the immortal servant to dwell in guilt and pain but he quickly forced himself to concentrate when he stepped through the undergrowth of the vibrant jungle, his paws softly thumping against the mixture of sand and grass. He was preparing to go return to Goldie's side and ensure she was okay when he heard a voice, one that forced a sudden rush of energy to spark inside him. He knew that voice. Had he held a heart in his chest, it would have raced but instead, Pincher's legs quickly kicked against the ground to bolt towards the voice. It couldn't be, could it? Reus. As he grew closer, he caught the exact replace of his old bengal body and the one of his father since they had practically been carbon copies of each other. "Reus?! Reus! It's me!" Pincher called out, his low flat voice now high with emotion as he rushed to halt in front of the child with the black bandanna, aiming to suddenly wrap his forelegs around the child and pull him in a tight embrace without any sort of hesitation. Joy and relief washed over Pincher and he felt a luminous smile begin to grace his muzzle as he realized that Reus was alive and okay.

[align=center]

© MADI