ANOTHER MAN'S TREASURE / o, gifts

[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 wasn't fond of surprises especially because he had a bad history with them. Unlike many who viewed surprises as a fun and exciting moment, Pincher only felt dread when someone said they had a surprise for him. His body would tense and his stomach would fill with butterflies made out of anxious paranoia. What the hell did they mean about surprises? His memories were plagued with a myraid of horrifying "surprises" that his father and uncle would do, cruel pranks that he had no knowledge of. One time as a child, he desired to sleep in peace after a long day's work as his father's puppet but once he had woken up, he had found the head of a stranger laying beside him and staring at him with wide glazed eyes. That had been the start of his bad reputation of surprises, his mind connecting horror to surprises so he tended to become very angsty and nervous when someone stated that they had a surprise for him. Hell, he had been nervous when someone had stated that they would give him a birthday surprise for the time he had turned a full year and had ended up slapping them in the face when they had jumped out from under his bed with a gift. Pincher wasn't very proud of himself for that and he hoped that one day he would be able to grow comfortable with the idea that surprises as well as presents were good.

The male was within the domains of the tavern enjoying a large mug of rum with his forked tongue lapping up the drink while he glanced down a book he had found rather interesting to read about. Of course it was a traveling book, one that focused on desert terrain and how one would be able to survive if ever finding themselves in it. He was in a chapter about sandstorms when he faintly heard the voice of his daughter call out and he turned his head towards the direction of where Goldie's voice was coming from. His vibrant ice blue eyes narrowed as he focused on the small golden brown speck of his daughter beside a large crate and he frowned, worried that she was pushing herself again. The towering male quickly scrambled out of his spot, leaving his book and rum behind as he trotted towards the gathering group. He didn't appear to realize what his daughter was doing as he brushed past Cleo and Connor, offering them a light warm touch but his attention was focused on his tired looking daughter as a worried frown laced his muzzle. "Goldie, you should be back home resting." He warned, his usual sharp ordering voice now soft and filled with warmth for his daughter as he went on a sitting position beside her, his long tail wrapping around her as he lowered his skull to softly bump his head with hers.

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

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