10-21-2018, 05:23 AM
Most of The Typhoon's territory was filled with the hush murmur of rustling leaves and scuttling feet, filled with dead life that spread across the high and low growing vegetation of the island. Noise was a blurred mesh and he could agree that it made the ambiance of their territory feel silent because the sounds were often drowned out by familiarity. The Typhoon's territory spread across hectares. They had ridiculous expanses of land and ocean surrounding their population and although many pirates swore allegiance to The Typhoon, there was a great collection of frequently unexplored areas. The busiest of places was the Barracuda Bay and the Tavern, always bustling with creatures who spoke in all sorts of tongues. Sometimes there would be conversations of interest, arguments and brawls, food or gift giving. Life, he realises, was quite peaceful and aside from their recent drama with The Pitt, they were as undisturbed as the nature around them. Quiet, calm, and docile. It was easy to notice when a foreigner had entered their midst because of the way they traversed their territory, the way they seemed unfamiliar with the soils they trod on.
He noticed the prints when he had been quietly patrolling on his own, going about his usual routine before he'd go back to the Bay to engage in whatever activities seemed to be going on. They looked small but too big to be that of a young feline's. A puppy, perhaps. Although they have a number of canines dwelling on their island, he hasn't seen many pups scurrying about. Well, aside from that one child who happened to have a million eyes protruding from his body, moving and squirming from the flesh. The Reaver shudders slightly at this thought before deciding to follow the tracks, eventually stopping when he hears a loud barking call. They knew of this place? That was new. Normally the ones who didn't ring the bell were the ones who were lost and had no idea what this 'Typhoon' place even was. It made things annoying because everyone took it as an opportunity to recruit a newcomer, gain another to their rankings by putting words into their mouth. If not, then they would be visiting. The Typhoon was, for some stupid reason, one big inn for visitors. Perhaps they should assign a particular place for visitors, only allowing a few in at a time because otherwise they'd be a motel.
"Reporting for what?" the ragdoll asks with a raised, figurative brow at the child when he approaches. His sanguine eyes scan over the pup's form, recognising him to be another doberman. He also comes to notice the assortment of minor injuries on the other's fur but it didn't seem serious enough for anyone to yell at him to find Junji. "Are you supposed to be a returning member or something? A joiner?" He doesn't really understand what the male meant by 'reporting for duty' considering he had never even met this pup before. It all seemed to mysterious and suspicious to him because the child even knew of The Typhoon's name. Sinister or just childishly stupid? He was aware of shapeshifting and the ability to move between ages, quietly wondering if this was one of those spies the island tended to be concerned about. The Reaver, however, isn't sure how to go about this. He can't simply hurt a child for finding him suspicious and unsettling so all he can do for now is keep asking questions until he felt more comfortable with what he thought of this 'Dustin'.
He noticed the prints when he had been quietly patrolling on his own, going about his usual routine before he'd go back to the Bay to engage in whatever activities seemed to be going on. They looked small but too big to be that of a young feline's. A puppy, perhaps. Although they have a number of canines dwelling on their island, he hasn't seen many pups scurrying about. Well, aside from that one child who happened to have a million eyes protruding from his body, moving and squirming from the flesh. The Reaver shudders slightly at this thought before deciding to follow the tracks, eventually stopping when he hears a loud barking call. They knew of this place? That was new. Normally the ones who didn't ring the bell were the ones who were lost and had no idea what this 'Typhoon' place even was. It made things annoying because everyone took it as an opportunity to recruit a newcomer, gain another to their rankings by putting words into their mouth. If not, then they would be visiting. The Typhoon was, for some stupid reason, one big inn for visitors. Perhaps they should assign a particular place for visitors, only allowing a few in at a time because otherwise they'd be a motel.
"Reporting for what?" the ragdoll asks with a raised, figurative brow at the child when he approaches. His sanguine eyes scan over the pup's form, recognising him to be another doberman. He also comes to notice the assortment of minor injuries on the other's fur but it didn't seem serious enough for anyone to yell at him to find Junji. "Are you supposed to be a returning member or something? A joiner?" He doesn't really understand what the male meant by 'reporting for duty' considering he had never even met this pup before. It all seemed to mysterious and suspicious to him because the child even knew of The Typhoon's name. Sinister or just childishly stupid? He was aware of shapeshifting and the ability to move between ages, quietly wondering if this was one of those spies the island tended to be concerned about. The Reaver, however, isn't sure how to go about this. He can't simply hurt a child for finding him suspicious and unsettling so all he can do for now is keep asking questions until he felt more comfortable with what he thought of this 'Dustin'.