07-16-2018, 10:43 AM
Pincher honestly found the three miles of distance between the island and the main lands both irksome and wonderful. It allowed them to be disconnected from the annoying fuckers yet close enough for his crewmates to go seek trouble if they desired. Personally, Pincher enjoyed the walking especially since the low water soothed him and he enjoyed the sound of splashing, of how each time he rose his paw off the ground, small droplets of sea water would crash back to where they belong. For now, he was currently laying in a hammock, rocking slowly and appeared to be relaxing. In reality, he was glaring through books of norse mythology, his fictional eyebrows furrowed with concentration as he tried to figure out what had brought him back to life. He knew it had to do something with magical creatures that roamed at the bottom of the ocean but he specifically did not know what so for now, he tugged at the pages to spot anything that could give him a hint. However, all he found was long rambling tales and he slammed the book shut, a small grunt of frustration rumbling in his throat before the dark jaguar heaved himself off the hammock.
His paws softly thumped against the peach colored sand as he trekked to go see if there were any possible joiners waiting at the only border that the Typhoon had. With the rise of members, he wasn't shocked if there was so the the muscular figure followed the trail of Rochelle and his daughter, noticing that they had beat him to it. His pitch black velvety ears pricked when he spotted them as well as a winged stranger, one with a peculiar voice. His calculative bloodshot glacier blue eyes narrowed with concentration but was quickly distracted by the coughing of his daughter. Halting behind her, the towering wildcat leaned down to grab her by the scruff and softly lay her on his back to rest, a small frown of worry lacing his muzzle before Pincher snapped his attention back to Luca, remaining silent for now since his daughter had already questioned the waiting stranger.
His paws softly thumped against the peach colored sand as he trekked to go see if there were any possible joiners waiting at the only border that the Typhoon had. With the rise of members, he wasn't shocked if there was so the the muscular figure followed the trail of Rochelle and his daughter, noticing that they had beat him to it. His pitch black velvety ears pricked when he spotted them as well as a winged stranger, one with a peculiar voice. His calculative bloodshot glacier blue eyes narrowed with concentration but was quickly distracted by the coughing of his daughter. Halting behind her, the towering wildcat leaned down to grab her by the scruff and softly lay her on his back to rest, a small frown of worry lacing his muzzle before Pincher snapped his attention back to Luca, remaining silent for now since his daughter had already questioned the waiting stranger.
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