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[PINCHER]

CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray panthera hybrid with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently single. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓

❝ A MODERN GOD IN A TAILORED SUIT — WHO'S LIPS TASTE LIKE FORBIDDEN FRUIT ❞

Could Pincher understand the slight regret that Marina felt over her decisions? He could. He tended to doubt himself on every little decision, always fearing that any little mistake he made could bite him in the future. Maybe it was his overthinking thoughts that flooded him with paranoia of everything bad being his fault but he had grown up with that ideal. That he was never going to be in the right side of history, that he was meant to be some meager criminal stealing and fighting with bruised shoulders and a bloody nose. What had his father called him? A lowly rat? He couldn't exactly remember since there had been many berating nicknames that had been placed upon him, even the very name he had now. Another problem was his obsession with revenge, to follow the belief of "an eye for an eye". It was what he felt satisfied him best especially when it came to his crewmates. Except it wouldn't just be an eye that he would want as his hunger to completing destroy his enemies so they could never try to raise a fight with him again. It was perhaps the reason why he was so ruthless because he knew how stubborn a soul could be and Pincher wanted to tear the very stubborness of his enemies that he carried within himself. Maybe it was because it was necessary. Or maybe because it just felt good.

Pincher tried his best to concentrate on Marina's wounds, lower jaw locked in a focused pout that he tended to do while his left ear twitched subconsciously as he tried to be as gentle yet effective as possible. He heard her breathy comment about the silk sheets and he all did was mumble a soft grunt as he didn't want her to move. Maybe he appeared too serious but he was just too afraid of fucking up, he wanted to do right with Marina. Why? He...he didn't know. Maybe it was to apologize for accidentally killing her? No. That wasn't it and he knew that. But at the same time, he couldn't place his paw onto why. He liked her and seeing her in pain caused a certain heavy tightness in his throat that felt like he was choking. As he finished cleaning out the wounds, watching the warm water mix with the blood and drip down the side of his bed, Pincher turned to grab the cream that he opened awkwardly, hoping that he could apply a decent amount as he grabbed a pawful and began to gently cover the wounds after applying a decent pressure to stop the bleeding. As he did this, his coal black ears pricked at her drowsy comment, eyes briefly fluttering away from his work as he questioned "What did you say?" He halted for a moment as he noticed she was attempting to speak again.

A right kind friend. He didn't know why but the statement caused his gaze widen ever so slightly, his thin needle black pupils locking onto the face of Marina in bewilderment. Being seen as a friend in her eyes caused a sudden warmth to flow through him especially after hearing her soft laugh, the fur on his neck slightly rising at how melodic it sounded. "I-" He was cut off as he was once again startled by Marina's actions and words. She softly booped his nose and he blinked twice, eyes widening even more. Heat rushed to his cheeks and he was troubling processing what she was saying. She thought...he wasn't bad? He couldn't believe she saw him that way, that he wasn't some wicked cruel twisted mastermind but...someone good. He wasn't used to it and Pincher was shocked at the idea that it was her perspective about him. No. She isn't feeling well, she isn't serious. The intruding thought snapped him out of the trance as he watched her close her eyes and finally rest and Pincher softly cleared his throat as he gently grabbed her paw with his to set it down. "Rest, Marina." The demigod murmured as he turned back to begin bandaging. Once he was done and he had tightened the bandages well enough. The male stepped back, tired gaze locked onto Marina, thinking she looked rather cute when she slept. It caused a slight smirk to form on his muzzle as the blood splattered wildcat simply went to sit beside the bed to watch over her before his own eyelids grew heavy and he began to drift into sleep, leaning against the bed frame with his tattooed shoulders rising and falling while he slept beside her.

❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — DEMIGOD — FATHER — THE HERMIT ❞

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