03-27-2018, 03:43 PM
the devil's backbone
DENIZ "PINCHER" ROUX — MALE — THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — DOBERMAN
pincher always found the idea of being a pirate rather odd. he was a criminal but in a sense, one with style and hell of a decorative way of showing it. pirates were seen as lowlife that attacked others to get what they didn't have and to be fully honest — pincher liked it that way. he was no saint, not any longer after all he had done and the sins that had been committed by his very own paws. so instead of seeking redemption, pincher knew well enough that heaven would not let him in so he might as well be as "evil" he could be. in a way, the life of a pirate was one that sought out freedom in a sense of ruthlessness and greed. but perhaps it even taught the value of taking whatever was being placed in front of you before it was too late. life was short in the captain's eyes and he believed that if this was how things were then well, might as well enjoy it that he could later tell stories about. and it seemed there were others beings that had a similar mindset or perhaps they had heard of how different the typhoon was compared to the other groups. or they just wanted a place to crash. pincher's reactions tended to vary and depended on his mood. would he turn them down and even use the visitors as sacrifices? or would he gladly let them in with open arms? who the hell knew with pincher.
the obsidian colored doberman had been trotting lightly on the porcelain white beaches of barracuda bay, his pointed ears pricked for any scuffling sound as he was searching for food, specifically crab. he had not had it for a while and though he had been punished for messing with the hard crustaceans, pinch never learned from his mistakes and was craving some delicious cooked crab meat. his tongue began to water at the idea of having crab tonight when the canine faintly heard voices, one familiar and two others that he did not recognize. his vibrant aquamarine blue eyes narrowed with suspicion and he began to jog, his rich coffee brown paws softly sinking against the soft earth beneath him. it took him a few minutes to finally reach the outlined figures, noticing that bee had been the first to greet whoever the hell these strangers were. luckily, pincher was in a rather relaxed mood as the lean scarred captain followed shortly after bee, protectively standing closer to her with his piercing frost blue gaze locked onto the lion and the kitsune. he knew that bee and other certain members weren't as intimidating as some of the other crewmates or acolytes so he decided not to scold her for being so gentle with the foreign strangers.
however, his attention was quickly snapped when he noticed the faint traces of crimson blood dance through the clear salt water that covered the railroad track strip of land. his muscles tensed beneath his short rugged pelt as he snapped "oi! did you seriously cut yourself on the track? now blood's in the water and it might attract some big ass fish fucks here." the doberman's upper lip slightly curled back as he glanced around the water. though he doubted that sharks would come this near the water, pincher knew that there were some that would go to extremities to find food. pincher didn't find them evil but he knew that the ocean carried more danger than land. tipping his head towards the lion that appeared to rather excited about being on typhoon's territory, pincher added "before bee and i help you, i need to know who the hell you are and whatcha business?" his good mood seemed to have been burned out by the sight of blood in the water but even with profanities slipping out of his tongue, his voice was clear and steady though he did appear a little impatient.
"SPEECH"
the obsidian colored doberman had been trotting lightly on the porcelain white beaches of barracuda bay, his pointed ears pricked for any scuffling sound as he was searching for food, specifically crab. he had not had it for a while and though he had been punished for messing with the hard crustaceans, pinch never learned from his mistakes and was craving some delicious cooked crab meat. his tongue began to water at the idea of having crab tonight when the canine faintly heard voices, one familiar and two others that he did not recognize. his vibrant aquamarine blue eyes narrowed with suspicion and he began to jog, his rich coffee brown paws softly sinking against the soft earth beneath him. it took him a few minutes to finally reach the outlined figures, noticing that bee had been the first to greet whoever the hell these strangers were. luckily, pincher was in a rather relaxed mood as the lean scarred captain followed shortly after bee, protectively standing closer to her with his piercing frost blue gaze locked onto the lion and the kitsune. he knew that bee and other certain members weren't as intimidating as some of the other crewmates or acolytes so he decided not to scold her for being so gentle with the foreign strangers.
however, his attention was quickly snapped when he noticed the faint traces of crimson blood dance through the clear salt water that covered the railroad track strip of land. his muscles tensed beneath his short rugged pelt as he snapped "oi! did you seriously cut yourself on the track? now blood's in the water and it might attract some big ass fish fucks here." the doberman's upper lip slightly curled back as he glanced around the water. though he doubted that sharks would come this near the water, pincher knew that there were some that would go to extremities to find food. pincher didn't find them evil but he knew that the ocean carried more danger than land. tipping his head towards the lion that appeared to rather excited about being on typhoon's territory, pincher added "before bee and i help you, i need to know who the hell you are and whatcha business?" his good mood seemed to have been burned out by the sight of blood in the water but even with profanities slipping out of his tongue, his voice was clear and steady though he did appear a little impatient.
"SPEECH"
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