blue monday — joining

[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 married. 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 ❞

Terrains were something that Pincher knew a little too well to be considered "normal knowledge" to some or a decent amount that a regular being should now. He had a passion for landscapes and traveling, in seeing how the world was shaped and created by disasters or blessings that Mother Nature had settled on the dirt or water that made up Earth. Despite hating that he had been dragged away from his home by his father, Pincher was glad that he was able to travel the world in various places to see and even try to map within his brain. His father had been against the dream of Pincher becoming a map maker, explaining that it was nothing really important or special about making them and so the male grew up with just holding onto the fondness of seeing places and remembering every little detail he could withold. But there was always that attraction one felt when they looked towards the horizon of the sea, that sudden inspiration to reach out and try to grip the unknown. That was why he had desired to return to the island he had been born on and also to settle a group there so they would be able to feel the same emotion when they would look at the sea and desire more. It was a natural feeling and frankly, addictive in some cases like Pincher's bottomless hunger and ambition.

The muscular form of Pincher was slowly stepping through the lush jungle that made up most of the island's territory, his paws softly sinking into the moist undergrowth, a mixture of leaves and comforting fertile volcanic dark earth. He was gently biting down on a jet black cigarette as the sleek scarred jaguar was trying to settle down his nerves and even smoke out the coughs that trembled within his chest. God, they were such a fucking pain in his ass. He didn't like the feeling of being sick and though he usually felt worse in the morning, it didn't exactly ease up as the day went by. A small cough managed to spill out of his muzzle as well as swirls of nicotine clouds before stumbling to the opening where it appeared Lucifer and Marcellus were. His gaze was briefly locked on them before at the corner of his ice blue eye, he noticed a stranger. One that smelled almost exactly like him except Pincher's scent was mixed with a deeper seasalt scent due to being trapped underwater for two days straight as a corpse. He raised a fictional eyebrow at the male trespassing but remained silent for now, waiting for an answer as his gaze locked onto him with a calculative concentration.

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

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