A Buried Hatchet - Tanglewood alliance request

[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 ❞

Tanglewood had always been somewhat of a thorn on his side. Or well, had been in the beginning until time began to slowly reveal that the two warbound clans didn't exactly crave each other's pain. It had seemed to him that perhaps it was because Pincher didn't exactly crave anything from the swamp living group, believing that radioactivity was too much of a risk for his crewmates' health and he had only raided once due to his desire to avoid possible dangers that may blossom or may carry back home. It wasn't very much a hard decision to him to just claim them as a simple target for anyone to gang up on, for the more ambitious rowdy pirates that enjoyed the ability to cause trouble for others. His main target at the moment was the fucking star group that had decided to keep his children and then get a damn lockdown on them, forcing Pincher to stand down and avoid causing trouble. It had frustrated him and had pushed a dark poisonous seed inside his chest for they had now made it personal and Pincher was going to make them pay. He didn't know how exactly but tearing them to shreds sounded very tempting to him as the male was glaring down at paperwork, his electric tired blue gaze narrowed with concentration as he softly coughed.

Then he began to hear commotion, muffled and growing more prominent as voices chimed in. He wasn't able to really recognize who it was until his ears strained to the point he managed to pick up Goldie's voice, most prominent due to his connection with her. Wondering who she was speaking with, the male slowly shifted out from behind his sleek desk and stalked out of the submarine, softly muttering a curse word under his breath as he sniffed, glad that he had managed to pick up the Tanglewood scent despite his rather stuffy nose. The sick male forced himself to straighten his form as the ash gray jaguar headed over towards the direction where Morgan was as well as his crewmates surrounding him. His muscles tensed with slight suspicion but he didn't think that the leader would single handly come to fight everyone on the volcanic island. "The hell are you here for, Morgan?" croaked Pincher, a slight grimacing scowl tracing his sharp facial features as he didn't sound all too great. His voice was deep as always but there was a warbling touch within his inquiry as the male went to halt beside the others, long tail twitching slowly behind him in slight suspicion.

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

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