plunge into chaos / joining

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The tsunami had been irksome and irritating for Pincher especially because he despised when his property or his crewmates' property became destroyed because Mother Nature decided to fuck around and direct her wrath upon the crew for some unknown reason. He had read a few pages in a book about natural disasters and how there are possible ways that a tsunami could surge with the intention to doom anyone in it's path. Pincher had not expected it to happen but he understood that he should have at least been prepared or held emergency plans to avoid the damage that had been created. Guilt nipped at the back of his mind as he contemplated on the past mistakes he had made, his mind sinking deeper and deeper to almost a sense of insecurity that he found it difficult to describe especially since he had never really been taught how to speak about one's emotions except romance. He held a silver tongue, one designed to lace every word with charm and charisma that would attempt to win over whoever listened to the demigod.

A small grunt of disgust rolled out of his jaws as he pushed past a large clump of seaweed and kelp, the salty greenery piled up almost to his shoulder as the canine was used to the strong scent of the sea but it was more prominent due to the flood that had decided to stick around until finally decreasing these past few days. "Fucking gross..." came a low rumbling curse from the male as the sleek onyx colored male decided was preparing to go hunt down a decent meal when a loud howl caused his pointed slim ears to suddenly swivel towards the direction that the call had been made, half-lidded glacier blue eyes widening for a split second with shock. Who the fuck was making that call? His fictional brow furrowed and he began to trot out of the shoreside and into the lush vegetation that the jungle offered.

It was easy for him to get around since he knew the island like the back of his paw but the tsunami had caused a lot of wreckage and he would hop over fallen palm trees and twisted vines. As he stepped into the clearing where the howl had come from, Pincher stiffened when he caught sight of two other canines that were complete strangers to him. His ears slowly drew back and his broad shoulders tensed as he wondered who the hell they were. Invaders? Lost beings? "Oi, you better have a good reason onto why you are in Typhoon territory." Pincher bluntly stated, his low voice holding a tone of serious warning as he tipped his head ever so slightly to the side, glowing blue tattoos pulsing with energy at the sudden alert of creatures that were not in his crew.

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