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[coldblue]

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Unlike the others, Coldblue understands what it is like to possess a dislike for one's own family. No one ever beat him. No one called him stupid or worthless. In fact, no one did anything at all. His father, Pincher, does not exist in Blue's earliest memories. The doberman was more of an idea than a parent. He was raised by the concept of being the captain's son instead of the actual captain. And his mother, Guru? Who knows where that bitch ran off to? Blue certainly does not. The only person who was there since day one is his sister. Goldie is the light of his life, the stars in his sky. She is vastly superior to him in all aspects, and he would sooner die for her than let anyone lay a paw on her. Coldblue was just fine without their parents. All he needed was his sister beside him. And then, out of the blue, Pincher finally decided to be something other than a deadbeat dad. Suddenly, miraculously, he cared. Hooray! Whoopee!! No. No, no, no. Goldie is the better child, the sweeter one. She welcomed Pinch back with outstretched arms and immediately becomes the joy of the Typhoon. But Blue? He still does not trust his father's intentions, even if, deep down, he truly cares about the captain. The boy does not think Pinch deserves to suddenly decide to be a wonderful father. But in the end, it is not his choice. The crew loves Pinch and Goldie while Blue is doomed to fade into the background. While more and more random family members arrive at the border what seems like every day, he remains the forgotten son.

Perhaps it is better this way. He is a jealous, lazy, vindictive creature. He does not deserve to be loved.

As always, he follows closely after his sister. Coldblue cannot get the image of her burnt and bubbling flesh out of his head. It haunts him in his dreams. Too many times has he seen his beloved sibling injured, and now it compels the usually lazy creature to keep a watchful eye upon her. Beautiful, cream-colored fur shines in the sunlight as he moves, highlighting the soft, fawn brown rosettes which decorate his sleek pelt. Half-lidded eyes the color of the frozen arctic waters flicker this way and that, observing everything he passes. But he isn't paying attention. Not until his lithe body slows to a halt beside Goldie without him even thinking about it. Slowly, as if bored, the handsome young tomcat inspects the stranger before him with piercing blue eyes. It's a young kid, around Coldblue's age, with a muscular build and rich brown fur. Hmm... "Junior, huh?" repeats the seal lynx bengal with a theoretical arch of a brow. Blue is...intrigued. "The name is Coldblue Roux--pleasure to meet you." The listless frown he wore only moments before is replaced with a charming smirk; his gaze, intense. Blue might hate every fiber of his being, but he knows he's pretty and he really cannot help himself when he sees someone else as equally appealing.