HYPNOTIC // joining

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Spirits. Demons. Entities. They all seemed intangible when it came to mortality. Some wandered in their ghostly forms without much desire to reenter the unforgiving world known as Earth while others desperately tried to sink their teeth into whatever vessel they could. However, spritual connections had never really been Pincher's strong suit especially with all the damage that one religion that done to his life when he had been a newly made father. Creatures with a hunger for sacrifical blood had hunted his innocent sons down without hesitation, tearing through their soft throats as if they were nothing but blades of grass, cult members praising that they had offered a life to whatever the hell was out there listening to them beyond the cosmos. After that horrifying part of his life, Pincher had never really been able to understand the twisted connection that was blended into the reality of life and the flexible mixture of the paranormal and cryptid. He had been born a mortal and had died as one but when he had returned...he was different. He felt different. He sensed things different. He no longer had the beating organ known as the heart inside his chest.

Instead, it was locked inside a beaten treasure chest at the bottom of the ocean floor, dragged by whatever current it was on. Was Pincher even aware of what had happened to him? What strange creatures had probed open his chest and pulled out on what made him mortal? All that was left from that event that he could not recall was a faded thin scar on his coffee brown colored chest, as if surgeons had set him down on a table to be cut open for inspection on what was important and what was not. Instead of a heart rate beating and drumming against his chest, all he felt was an empty phantom feeling that had replaced his heart, as if it was still there. He had heard of the sensation that mostly was with creatures that had lost a limb but never a heart. It felt wrong and at times would lead his body to be crashed down by a wave of nausea at remembering what it had been like to have a heart. Luckily all necessary items such as emotions and thought process were linked to the brain and Pincher was able to function like a regular being though at times he felt more a zombie than alive especially when his senses would fluctuate from being highly keen to becoming blind to the world.

At the very moment, Pincher was trekking through the vast lands of the tropical jungle with his ears straining to hear but everything was muffled and distant as if he was listening to the sounds above ocean waves. His attention was becoming strained, trying to focus on where he was stepping and what was presently happening around him since he was beginning to lose feeling in his paws. It was these moments that Pincher despised being immortal, the chemistry and biology of the body crashing to the point of there being a cataclysmic explosion of senses and then...nothing. He winced as he felt his front leg paw slip awkwardly forward due to stepping on some murky mud puddle, quickly flicking his paw before he managed to hear voices that appeared to be of a stranger and his crewmates. Curious, the canine sought to find the source, pushing through the lush vegetation before stepping out to catch sight of the small group. He noticed they have focused on a strange yet lovely lioness, one with fur that appeared to be made out of ivory and eyes that dripped with the glint of treasure. He blinked as he followed after Keona, halting beside the others and tipping his chin up to lock his frigid ice blue eyes onto the female. "Seems you know what you're doing. Welcome to the Typhoon, I'm Captain Pincher." The obsidian doberman greeted with a slight nod of his head.

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