ALL WE SEE IS THE SEA — MEETING 10.13

[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 ❞

There was so much he desired to say and do but it was hard to speak when his vocal chords were temporarily torn. Temporarily. He hoped they were. His jaws parted, coughing softly as droplets of pale blue colored blood fell to the paper he was currently going through. A low growl of frustration rumbled in his throat as he looked down at the mess he was making, glazed optics narrowing as his vision fuzzed on and off. He knew that he had been told to rest and take it easy but the wildcat could no longer take it. He needed to work, to continue his business especially with the growing group of his crewmates. But at the same time...he didn't want to look weak. His neck and chest were wrapped in pale gray and white bandages, colored to match his appearance so he wouldn't look so weak. The raid had been a success and he had taken back his crewmates but it struck him with fear that he had still not able to succeed to take Keona home. He wanted to send his crew to save her but Pincher knew they needed time to recover. The hybrid sighed, stepping back from his desk.

Next thing he knew, he was on the floor. He had blacked out without knowing, his body crashing to the floor with no one around and his heavy eyelids fluttered open with tired groan. When had he passed out? He trembled, his glowing tattoos flickering like dying lights. He swallowed, staring up at the ceiling before forcing himself to rise from the ground and push on forward. With a shaky rise, he teleported awkwardly out of his submarine and glanced up towards the crow's nest of the Tempest and made the signal for the conch to sound that there was about to be a meeting. He trudged slowly towards the tunnel, his pelt still holding faded splashes of blood from the fuckers that had decided to take the Typhoon for granted. It wasn't over. No. He would keep fighting until he died and being immortal, this gave him all the time in the world.

Gritting his teeth, the scarred male rose slowly to the throne in the middle of the aquarium dome, thin patterns of ice forming uncontrollably on the throne as his powers tended to be unleashed more when he was weak. Maybe it was because his demigod counterpart believed it was the perfect time to takeover but Pincher forced himself to remain conscious, straightening his sore figure as he waited for the others to arrive so he could state the meeting and the points he needed to make to the others.

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

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