ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ - open/joining

[PINCHER]

If there was one thing Pincher would ever be able to relate to, it was the sense of entrapment by guardian figures. Specifically his father and uncle. Ever since he was a child, Pincher faced the cold splash of reality when his father had stripped him away from his home on the island and from his mother and brother. He remembered the night they had all left. All the yelling. The threats. He remembered his mother screeching that she would never let him be taken away from her but then again when did his father ever listen to anyone? His father had scooped Pincher from his bed in an old treehouse, telling him to keep his trap shut unless he wanted to die and with his uncle tagging along, the Dalca brothers left with the little Roux. After that, the chaos had begun to taint Pincher's innocence with a quickening pace that one could find in sickness. It spread and spread, choking the child to the point that he had to open his mouth and allow all the darkness to crawl in, passing his throat and gripping his heart with the same desires. He slowly became what his father had longed for, a replica of his sinful desires and craving ambition for power. Where had that little boy gone? The one that had been called Deniz until some embarrassing nickname decided to overtake him, forcing him to eventually accepting it as a name that he would be called by many despite the history that it held.

Pincher. A name. A title given to creatures that would snatch from others for their own gain. And perhaps, that's what Pincher did and maybe, still does. He no longer focused on stealing so much for his temptations due to the piles of work that he had cluttered inside his head. Ever since becoming Captain, Pincher had slowly forgotten what he had been in the past and it was something he found comfort in. He didn't want to be haunted by the past that lingered in the back of his head and even in the shadows that were created by the sun's rays onto the rich jungle that he was currently stepping through. He had been returning back and forth through the day to return items that everyone had gathered during the tsunami incident, aiding his crewmates with ensuring that everything was made clean and at least salvaging what was lost. Yet as time passed, fewer and fewer crewmates showed up to help but the male wouldn't complain about it since he knew that they were exhausted. All the recent hard work in recreating the base camp had begun to make his sore muscles scream for rest but the wildcat pushed on, his mind sticking to the goal of at least placing some of his own items back into his submarine home.

His deep oceanic blue eyes were locked onto the checklist that was settled on top of his desk as he glanced at the possessions he had managed to find. Some were obviously damaged such as his switchblade, the one given to him by his father and frankly he didn't feel too much dismay about it. Despite it being the few gifts his father had offered him, it would never satisfy the rage that Pincher felt for him even after ending the life of the one that had brought him to existence. He still felt the bubbling anger of being stripped of whatever made him happy. As a child, he had desired to become a mapmaker, one that would travel all around the world to see the wonders it had to offer and to document said wonders. But when his father and uncle had heard what his dream had been, their only response was incredulous laughter and snorts of cruel humor of seeing his dream as a joke. A fucking joke. Pincher's lower jaw tightened at the memory of the twin brothers and he snatched up the switchblade, glaring down at it's damaged blade before tossing it over his broad shoulder, deciding it was best to focus on the present and the future.

Dwelling in the past meant nothing but trouble and all that he wanted was to finish the tasks that had already begun to pile up inside his skull as the sleek male stalked out of the submarine and towards the jungle, his ivory white paws softly sinking into the warm golden sand. Pincher's cool cyan blue eyes slowly flickered up to notice that the sky had gone dark, the blanket of cosmos now covering the world and a small frown settled on his muzzle. Damn, he really had been working for hours now? He allowed a soft sigh to escape his jaws before allowing the jungle to overpower his figure as he stepped into the lush vegetation, long tail swaying lazily behind him. He inhaled the cool night air, the mingling taste of the sea and humidity of the jungle but then the scents of others caught his attention, his velvety round ears pricking with a sudden alertness. He was able to distinguish two of three scents, his forked tongue sticking out briefly to absorb the scents before sliding back into his jaws. The scent of his recently returned sibling and his quartermaster's. The third one was a mystery, one traced with the familiar scent of cigarette that clung to his own dark battleship gray pelt. Was there a possible joiner? Or an intruder? His eyes narrowed and the predator quickened up the pace, curiosity overtaking him as he pushed past large elephant ear leaves and wove his way to reach the others.

It seemed that his sister had managed to find his gift for her, the cigarette brand that they both enjoyed. The temptation to have his own cigarette was growing but he simply held a matchstick hanging from the corner of his lips as the male slipped out of the murky darkness of the night and slid to halt between the two winged wolves that were focused on a stranger that also appeared to be a wolf, except a direwolf like his sibling. He glanced towards the two females as they offered their backstories on how they had arrived to the rich volcanic island and it caused a low rumbling chuckle to bounce off the back of his throat as the soot gray jaguar's muscles slowly relaxed at how relaxed his crewmates were. It was nice to see that they were comfortable with strangers, it showed their fearlessness if there was ever any danger. His own figure seemed to slightly relax as he noticed that the direwolf that had decided to trespass also had the smoking habit that he and his sister had, his left ear twitching as he wondered what had lead Chainedsmoking to...well, smoke. He allowed a light nod as he added "Name's Pincher Roux. Since it appears border scents are shit at the moment, this is Typhoon territory." Perhaps it was truly a joiner that simply didn't give a fuck? Who the hell knew when it came to the crewmates of the island. They were all different and Pincher was curious on how the male had arrived and why. But for now, he simply waited in the dead of the night alongside his trusted members, glowing glacier blue eyes locked onto the stranger.

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