Edge of the World // Joining

[PINCHER]

It seemed that the waves apppeared to bring another face into the life of Pincher. Except this time, the face he would recognize was one that was not new to him, instead it was connected to a haunting time in his life that he tried so hard to avoid and push past. But for now, Pincher had been dwelling far away from where all the commotion was happening, his solitary figure laying in the garden that had once been claimed by Connor. He was staring at the pond that held the fish that Connor had named, his cool icy blue gaze locked onto their swimming. Part of him was tempted to destroy the place for it only brought him sadness but he knew that this was the only thing he could have of the young gray tabby as a memory. He throat clenched and Pincher pressed a pale caramel brown paw to his chest, the one with a faded long vertical scar that had been created due to his heart being taken. Taken and placed somewhere in the bottom of the sea to rot in the whatever sea currents dragged it around.

He wondered why and how he was still alive. How he had not bled out. But he had been questioning his immortality for weeks now since his return. Pincher was glad he had returned with the waves spitting him out like a distasteful disease but he didn't like being left in the dark. Whatever had resurrected had caused him to begin to kill in the dead of the night to push into the sea and watch the bodies sink for hidden lurking creatures to snag and sink their teeth into. Were they the reason he was alive? Possibly. But they didn't seem to eager to care for his wellbeing, they just demanded food at times when they struggled to seek their own nutrition. It was tiring and the male's vibrant electric blue eyes fluttered to close and rest, his aching lungs slowly inhaling and exhaling when he heard the call of Papercutter. This caused the male's heavy eyelids to snap open and the doberman quickly scrambled to a slouched sitting position, his ears turning towards the sounds that exploded from nearby. What the hell was happening? Did someone get hurt? Worry began to bubble within his chest as the captain rose to his feet and headed out of the garden and towards the area where the commotion was coming from.

It took him a few minutes to come, slowly following in after Rosemary when he noticed what she was carrying. Someone was hurt. His pace quickened, the soft ivory sand softly kicking and flying into the air as he halted beside Rosemary, his cool gaze locked onto her before allowing it to travel down to the stranger. His entire body became frigid, every muscle growing tense and causing Pincher's stomach to suddenly swell with nervousness. He knew who this was. Those violet eyes. It was..."S-Solveig?" The usually steady strong voice of Pincher was now faltered and small, his lips parted in a dim expression of disbelief that she was here. This world was massive, how was it out of all places was that the Typhoon's island was the location where the snowshoe had been spat onto.

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