FUCK YA CHICKEN STRIPS — RAID

[PINCHER]

CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray jaguar with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently engaged. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓

❝ YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN — YOUR SILENCE IS MY FAVORITE SOUND ❞

Pincher didn't know why the fuck he even wanted to mess with the Ascendants. He didn't really desire anything from them but some of his crewmates had been desiring some looting and trouble, stating that it would be neat to fuck shit up. And frankly, he had to agree with them. There was something incredibly satisfying in going around and having fun especially without the risk of being killed. Well, for him anyways. Being a demigod had it's perks even though he had never desired being one and had been rather forced to become what he was now due to the greed of mysterious beings that claimed themselves to be "gods", whatever the fuck that meant. So, the usual paranoia that laced his actions had lessened but only for himself. His worry for his crew always stuck around him and plagued his thoughts on the possibilities of things going wrong but even if they did, would they be able to prevail? His tendency to look at the darkness of ideas and not the silver linings tended to hold him back but the male knew it was better to take the risks than not risk anything at all. Especially in a dog eat dog world like the one that they lived in.

Pincher had told everyone to prepare for the raid, ensured their scents were buried beneath the coats of coal that they had covered themselves with. Their ink black figures had hopped into some small boats and sailed the waters without much trouble since they were pirates after all and Pincher was able to guide them through the midnight darkness, his electric blue gaze honed onto the shores of the territory that the Ascendants claimed for themselves. Too bad that Pincher didn't really care about borders that weren't his. Once the boats had pushed through the dark waves and pressed against the land, the male hopped off his boat and glanced towards the others with a light grin lacing his muzzle. "Alrighty, let's get down to business, eh? I heard they've got some neat shit in some called the Starpool. Get as much as you can and then dash back to the boats. If we do get caught, try not to get killed. I don't want to drag any dead bodies back home, is that understood?" He whispered softly in the darkness, his long coal covered tail twitching excitedly behind him before he turned to stalk through the territory and towards the Starpool. Pincher wondered how this would all turn out. Would the Ascendants throw a fit? Hell yeah, they would but the immortal bastard didn't mind. Pissing off people were the highlights of many pirates' lives including Pincher's.

❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL  — JAGUAR — FATHER — FIANCE ❞

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