03-21-2018, 06:50 PM
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[size=11px]❝ GOD DAMN RIGHT, YOU SHOULD BE SCARED OF ME ❞
[size=8pt]to pincher, love seemed like death's most favorite weapon on destroying the lives around him. including his. he had seen love struck widowers slip into a state of sinking reverie, like the lull of the ocean waves that dragged one closer and closer to the depths of darkness. perhaps, that was why he had decided to come back to the damned tropical island to be alongside his brother after they created the treaty to unite forces. when he had agreed, he felt no hesitation — some of his crew protested, however, were quickly silenced by the frosty unhesitating stare of pincher that was ready to kill if one dared to disobey. he could understand their wariness, they're uncertainty on working alongside a group that had so long ago, closed their doors right in front of the terrified faces of the nautical mile crew. that typhoon...it had been hell. he remembered being a tiny child when he saw the explosive rage of mother nature rip the peaceful atmosphere of the volcanic island. it roared with a blinding fury, hot white lightning strikes cracking and slicing the battleship gray turmoil-like skies. that typhoon had destroyed the love between daphne's and his' parents. he remembered briefly waving goodbye to his twin brother before being dragged away by his seething prideful father. don't ever look back...that typhoon was a message...anything can be destroyed... the rumbling voice of his only parental figure from then on whispered inside his head as he trudged out of the stranded submarine near the ships, his crystalline blue gaze fluttering upwards. he expected a storm. but luckily, the weather was becoming smoother by each passing day. soon, they would be able to relax and not worry about anything. it was a bit ironic that he lead a group named after the very thing that had separated them in the past.
now, when it came to love...his father had taken that away from him too. that damned gypsy with eyes carved out of jade...her smile. he had been young. foolish. cupid's arrow easily struck his vulnerable heart when he remembered her voice. theodosia. she had wrapped him around her paw with each moment they shared together in his old ship. he remembered her singing. her way of fighting with such brutal grace that it had taken his breath away. and she had then given him a son. his very own child. he...he remembered what his name was supposed to be. he...he had promised that he would make up his mind in deciding on a name but when it had finally come to him — it had all been too late. red. red was all that he saw with his blue eyes. and all at once, pincher had died by the weapon of love. to say that he had felt remorse for what he had done, pincher would have to deny with a heart of gold. he had never felt any string of guilt wrap around his heart when he had struck down that body in the cold winter night. nor did he care of taking the absent spot of leadership with the blood of the former captain staining his paws. pincher was no longer young. he was no longer foolish. pain was perhaps the best teacher he had ever managed to train under. and the reason why he challenged newcomers and forced them to go through the hazing of joining his crew or his brother's house. he didn't want anymore weakness. weaknesses created mistakes and he had done plenty of those to know which to avoid completely.
it seemed valentino was a hard one for pincher to truly pin point if he was any worth to his cause. yes. no. maybe so. the male did offer a powerful figure of strength, one that could certainly strike fear in any of their raids or strikes on other groups but mentally? there seemed to be a veil of past grief that enveloped the crimson gaze of the wildcat, one that pincher himself had experienced but had already ripped and torn to shreds. stretching lazily for a bit, the broad-shouldered cinnamon brown bengal stalked in a bored manner after papercutter, his figure slowly tipping side to side as if he was drunk or on one of the ships. but instead, he was on steady ground with no rocking movement from the ocean. pincher was just tired, causing his movement to be smooth and sluggish. as he reached the distance of hearing, he exclaimed "who the fuck are you? did my brother let you stroll right in? i'll cut his damn balls if he did." a look of clear irritation began to lace his facial features as he wrinkled his pale salmon colored nose in distaste. if the tiger truly was here seeking to join, then pincher hoped he could put the sad bastard through some "fun" for the newbies.
( AHHHH VALENTINOOOO, /smooches )
now, when it came to love...his father had taken that away from him too. that damned gypsy with eyes carved out of jade...her smile. he had been young. foolish. cupid's arrow easily struck his vulnerable heart when he remembered her voice. theodosia. she had wrapped him around her paw with each moment they shared together in his old ship. he remembered her singing. her way of fighting with such brutal grace that it had taken his breath away. and she had then given him a son. his very own child. he...he remembered what his name was supposed to be. he...he had promised that he would make up his mind in deciding on a name but when it had finally come to him — it had all been too late. red. red was all that he saw with his blue eyes. and all at once, pincher had died by the weapon of love. to say that he had felt remorse for what he had done, pincher would have to deny with a heart of gold. he had never felt any string of guilt wrap around his heart when he had struck down that body in the cold winter night. nor did he care of taking the absent spot of leadership with the blood of the former captain staining his paws. pincher was no longer young. he was no longer foolish. pain was perhaps the best teacher he had ever managed to train under. and the reason why he challenged newcomers and forced them to go through the hazing of joining his crew or his brother's house. he didn't want anymore weakness. weaknesses created mistakes and he had done plenty of those to know which to avoid completely.
it seemed valentino was a hard one for pincher to truly pin point if he was any worth to his cause. yes. no. maybe so. the male did offer a powerful figure of strength, one that could certainly strike fear in any of their raids or strikes on other groups but mentally? there seemed to be a veil of past grief that enveloped the crimson gaze of the wildcat, one that pincher himself had experienced but had already ripped and torn to shreds. stretching lazily for a bit, the broad-shouldered cinnamon brown bengal stalked in a bored manner after papercutter, his figure slowly tipping side to side as if he was drunk or on one of the ships. but instead, he was on steady ground with no rocking movement from the ocean. pincher was just tired, causing his movement to be smooth and sluggish. as he reached the distance of hearing, he exclaimed "who the fuck are you? did my brother let you stroll right in? i'll cut his damn balls if he did." a look of clear irritation began to lace his facial features as he wrinkled his pale salmon colored nose in distaste. if the tiger truly was here seeking to join, then pincher hoped he could put the sad bastard through some "fun" for the newbies.
( AHHHH VALENTINOOOO, /smooches )
[size=10pt][b]nautical mile captain ★ deniz "pincher" roux ★ the typhoon
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