04-01-2018, 12:11 AM
The obnoxious, piercing squawk of some talkative bird stirred the massive white feline, and slowly he rose to his paws and began to stretch his relaxed muscles, his jaws parted in a gaping yawn. A loud familiar as that damned macaw would do better to alert members of some sort of announcement than word of mouth, usually, or screaming at the top of your lungs for everyone to haul their asses over for whatever reason. This time it was, of course, a meeting. Finally. He had nothing better to do than hear what that Pincher fellow had to say—he was regal, he was the most dominant creature taking up residence on the vibrant little island they had. It would be foolish to blatantly disregard his presence by not attending.
The travel to the Aquarium Tunnel was thankfully brief, and the Siberian tiger had spent little time dilly-dallying to attend this meeting, taking a seat by the rest of the crewmates and resting his cool icy blue hues upon the Doberman in silence. "Ahoy, mateys!" He struggled to stifle his amused snort at that little introduction. Okay, sure, they were pirates, but did genuine pirates really use that annoying, stupid slang? Ah, to hell with it. It was quirky, it was fun, it was ironic, it didn't matter how this dog introduced his group. It was Pincher's group and Pincher's meeting, and he decided how the fuck he wanted his meetings to be hosted.
"Noted, Captain." High position tryouts, eh? Now that caught his attention. Iosef's curved ears seemed to almost perk up in a way at the mention of it. Alright, he could roll with that. He was a big lad, an absolute unit compared to many of the other Typhoon members, and he could handle tasks that called for physical strength as much as he could those that required charm and persuasion. But he wasn't going to do all that shit for free. Sure, he was getting food and a a comfortable place to live and all the drinks he could want, but surely that wasn't all they had to offer. He was going to get his name out there somehow—and he could be quite the ambitious fellow. Perhaps his chances of rising in position amidst these sea wolves was dealing with those cursed pests, the citizens of Tanglewood. Oh, how he yearned for squirming prey under his paws! And not just any live prey: oh no, he wanted a challenge. If he could just get his paws on one of those denizens, he'd be set. He'd show them not to try to fuck with the Typhoon anytime soon.
But hey, now was the time for introductions, it seemed, not for scheming against the enemy. The big cat's head swiveled to the other crewmates that introduced themselves, both new and somewhat experienced, old and young. A diverse community, surely, and one he hoped would expand. Well, he ought to share himself with the rest, eh? "I am Iosef. I am used to living in urban areas and the tundra, so living on an island is...interesting." As a stray dog in a former existence, he had grown accustomed to the hustle and bustle of packed cities just as much as he was used to the quite extreme climates of the wintry tundra, and residing on an island felt almost like a vacation. A permanent one, at that.
The travel to the Aquarium Tunnel was thankfully brief, and the Siberian tiger had spent little time dilly-dallying to attend this meeting, taking a seat by the rest of the crewmates and resting his cool icy blue hues upon the Doberman in silence. "Ahoy, mateys!" He struggled to stifle his amused snort at that little introduction. Okay, sure, they were pirates, but did genuine pirates really use that annoying, stupid slang? Ah, to hell with it. It was quirky, it was fun, it was ironic, it didn't matter how this dog introduced his group. It was Pincher's group and Pincher's meeting, and he decided how the fuck he wanted his meetings to be hosted.
"Noted, Captain." High position tryouts, eh? Now that caught his attention. Iosef's curved ears seemed to almost perk up in a way at the mention of it. Alright, he could roll with that. He was a big lad, an absolute unit compared to many of the other Typhoon members, and he could handle tasks that called for physical strength as much as he could those that required charm and persuasion. But he wasn't going to do all that shit for free. Sure, he was getting food and a a comfortable place to live and all the drinks he could want, but surely that wasn't all they had to offer. He was going to get his name out there somehow—and he could be quite the ambitious fellow. Perhaps his chances of rising in position amidst these sea wolves was dealing with those cursed pests, the citizens of Tanglewood. Oh, how he yearned for squirming prey under his paws! And not just any live prey: oh no, he wanted a challenge. If he could just get his paws on one of those denizens, he'd be set. He'd show them not to try to fuck with the Typhoon anytime soon.
But hey, now was the time for introductions, it seemed, not for scheming against the enemy. The big cat's head swiveled to the other crewmates that introduced themselves, both new and somewhat experienced, old and young. A diverse community, surely, and one he hoped would expand. Well, he ought to share himself with the rest, eh? "I am Iosef. I am used to living in urban areas and the tundra, so living on an island is...interesting." As a stray dog in a former existence, he had grown accustomed to the hustle and bustle of packed cities just as much as he was used to the quite extreme climates of the wintry tundra, and residing on an island felt almost like a vacation. A permanent one, at that.
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