places we won't walk / rosebloods visitor

[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 ❞

Allies. God, they were not something Pincher was fond of especially with the stunt that Snowbound had pulled on the Typhoon last time. Pincher's crew had been claimed as not worth their connection despite the times they had aided, hosted events, and even allowed them to come into their land to find shelter after the humans had infultrated the ice-cold shitfest. He had not minded the breaking but he had grown irritated by how his crew had appeared in the eyes of Atbash, stating that they had not been helpful. Bullshit. His envoys actually visited and Atbash had not once sent ambassadors for him and yet he had been patient. Now, that patience had worn thin and the male would no longer seek alliances unless one gave his crew respect for their hard work and dedication. Already Sunhaven had arrived to offer their trade but Pincher had not been fond of how quiet and a pushover the leader had been to the point that one of his subordinates had been the one speaking more to him than the small bitch. If one wanted to impress him, they better put fucking work into it.

The muscular figure of Pincher was behind his desk when someone had decided to enter and state the news about another group making a presence. Pincher's hooded piercing gaze was locked onto his paperwork, clearly not interested as he had better shit to do until he heard the brief description of the group that named themselves the Rosebloods. Finally, a new group that wasn't goodie-goodie though he wondered if they were a warbound group that sought no mercy on anyone that wasn't an ally like the Typhoon did. He stopped reading and mumbled a quick thanks before deciding to halt on his work and head over to the border where everyone had begun to clutter around. The towering tattooed figure of the dark storm gray jaguar walked through the sandy hills, his jaws clamped around an unlit cigarette as he brushed past his crewmates, glancing towards Desperado and Vandal who had luckily taken care of the situation while he had been absent for the beginning. His attention than fluttered over to the Rosebloods, tipping his head down to lock his relentless glacier blue stare onto the others, facial features cool and collected, not a single muscle out of place to show emotion.

However, upon seeing a child scamper to join the adviser for the Roosebloods, a tiny smirk of warmth flickered on his lips, the tension in the air lessening as Pincher had always been fond of children. "Pleasure to meet you, Summermimosa. I'm sure you'll be a fearsome pirate legend in the future." He stated, low rumbling voice holding a trace of lightheartedness before he turned to focus on Sola and Prestige. He gave a light nod towards their direction as he stated "Names Pincher. Captain of the Typhoon. And concerning a possible alliance between our two groups, I would need to know who you are allied with or seeking an alliance with? I can't ask for fighters when I will be fighting a possible friend of yours." He tipped his head ever so slightly to he side, his scarred back slowly declining to the ground as he went into a sitting position, his long onyx black tail twitching behind him.

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

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