LIKE THE KING SAID + o, joining

[PINCHER]

Pincher had never had to go through a joining session of standing in a place and asking to enter simply because well...he had never decided in his own will to join a group. His father had forced him to enter the jaws of danger by making him one of his sinful hitmen for the gang he had once led, making his own son kill because Archie had better things to do. Pincher had gotten used to doing all the dirty work, tortures and murders eventually became a chore to him as if he was just taking out trash and nothing more. It was daunting how he was no longer phased by it, the emotions that he had once felt when he had first killed someone seemed alien and lost deep within him, dormant. Would he ever feel anything but boredom? Was that truly what he was now? A shell of what had once been, he found no thrill in killing like murderers did. He had killed based on orders and nothing more. Then he had grown tired of following the barking orders of his father, growing sick of his demands and he remembered the stormy night that they had argued and how it had escalated to Pincher murdering his own father and his father leaving scars for him to remember him by.

Pincher was the first leader of the Typhoon so he had never had to experience asking to join since he had been the one to create the group. Yet, he knew that some members were rather nervous when entering so he usually decided to not appear so intimidating though he was known for having a cold resting bitch face, a problem that tended to send the wrong message if the jaguar so much as glanced at someone with a pointed look despite holding no sinister intentions. For now, the muscular lean battleship gray male was lounging on the abandoned trains that lay across the concrete gate that was the border of the island's entrance, his long tail twitching back and forth as he was currently relaxing with a cigarette hanging on his lips. His half-lidded icy blue eyes were concentrated onto the waves that beat against the shore until at the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the stranger waiting. He blinked, raising himself to a standing position and walking towards the female canine that stood with a pride-like aura around her. Huh. Certainly oozed confidence, a good trait to have if Pincher had to admit. He allowed a faint ghost of a smirk to trace his muzzle as the wildcat looked down at the female, the tattooed captain tipping his head to the side as he gnawed on the lit cigarette while questioning "And you are?" She didn't appear to have a scent that he recognized so he wondered who this stranger could be and what were her intentions.

( welcome to the typhoon !! )

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