the devil's backbone
DENIZ "PINCHER" ROUX — MALE — THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — DOBERMAN
the volcano. it was probably the most dangerous thing in the island next to the sea monster that lived among the typhoon. it's boiling hot liquid would bubble and simmer with no halt or stopping though it didn't exceed to the point that it was a threat to the island. pincher was slightly uncomfortable with the idea of living alongside an active volcano that could very much explode at any given moment and drown everyone in burning fire and pain than the vast ocean that surrounded them. if that did happen today, tomorrow, or any other day in the future, pincher would find it ironic that they were the cause of their destruction. self-destruction is the word, right? he knew some members that had tempers similar to the volcano and he had to admit that he, himself did not have the most patient mindset in the world. there were things that ticked pincher off to the point he was desiring to murder someone out of pure spite but knowing that he now lead a group of members that trusted him enough to follow him, he had to become a more level-headed captain than he had previously been when it had just been his crew and not the voodoo house.
his light cinnamon coffee brown paws thudded softly against the ivory white sand of the barracuda bay when the blowing wind was laced with a scent that he did not recognize, one that obviously did not belong to the typhoon crewmates. his arctic gaze dragged across the environment in front of him to find the culprit that was trespassing but found no one near him. so instead, the captain began to trace down the outsider and managed to find an unusual trail — one made out of rich fresh flowers that seemed odd from the rich volcano earth that yet needed to settle to create any vegetation growth. wrinkling his nose, he followed until he caught sight of a creature he did not recognize. instantly, a low thundering growl began to rumble in his throat as the doberman halted a few feet away from anakin, velvety long ears twisting and drawing down against his sleek skull as pincher snapped "oi! you're in typhoon territory, fucker! mind telling me who you are before shit hits the fan?!" his upper lip curled backwards, revealing shark-like teeth that were ready to tear into flesh. he wasn't fond of intruders especially ones that he had managed to not notice quickly coming into his home.
"SPEECH"
his light cinnamon coffee brown paws thudded softly against the ivory white sand of the barracuda bay when the blowing wind was laced with a scent that he did not recognize, one that obviously did not belong to the typhoon crewmates. his arctic gaze dragged across the environment in front of him to find the culprit that was trespassing but found no one near him. so instead, the captain began to trace down the outsider and managed to find an unusual trail — one made out of rich fresh flowers that seemed odd from the rich volcano earth that yet needed to settle to create any vegetation growth. wrinkling his nose, he followed until he caught sight of a creature he did not recognize. instantly, a low thundering growl began to rumble in his throat as the doberman halted a few feet away from anakin, velvety long ears twisting and drawing down against his sleek skull as pincher snapped "oi! you're in typhoon territory, fucker! mind telling me who you are before shit hits the fan?!" his upper lip curled backwards, revealing shark-like teeth that were ready to tear into flesh. he wasn't fond of intruders especially ones that he had managed to not notice quickly coming into his home.
"SPEECH"
the ruby sunset waters hide a resurrected lover