FERRARI LOVER — MEETING 11.02

[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 ❞

Despite the Typhoon living in the warmest areas of biomes, the humid tropics, Pincher felt the icy shattering cold in the early rise of morning. He stepped out, his sleek muscles tensing beneath his short ash gray pelt as he wondered when the fuck did it get cold. With the ocean spray wind, it didn't help and Pincher's vibrant electric blue eyes narrowed as he exhaled, watching his warm breath become a faint cloud of vapor before disappearing into the morning air. He rolled his broad shoulders and glanced around, realizing that most were still resting but the wildcat wanted to get everything settled in the morning for there was a lot to do. He felt eager to begin anew ever since he was done recovering from his injuries, the bandages no longer there and the pain had finally subsided. He knew he was lacking on his duties but with the time he had left, he wanted to focus on just improving and the towering figure of the male stalked through the brisk morning with his half-lidded cyan blue gaze locked onto the Tempest and he flicked his dark charcoal tail tip to signal to sound the alarm. It broke through the quiet morning air and Pincher hoped his crewmates would arrive as there was a lot he had to say with promotions, demotions, and changes he was settled for.

He grimaced as he stepped into the tunnel, his figure outlined by the glow of the clear ocean water with schools of fish dancing around as the Captain sucked in a shaky breath but gave his head a rough shake as he stepped into the Dome clearing, ignoring the pulsing of his glowing tattoos as the father went to sit onto his throne, clearing his throat as he watched figures begin to arrive. "Everyone get your asses over here. I'm actually spilling the shit that needs to be said this time. So don't slack around and listen up." Pincher stated with a demanding voice, clearly not in the mood to just settle this back as another simple meeting. There were plans that he was ready to put into action but he needed to inform the rest of the crew as he rolled his broad shoulders, coal black ears drawn back as he was prepared to give out what changes he was going to make within ranks and other Typhoon related situations. His lower jaw tightened at the idea of some of them but he desired to make sure that they were still considered a formidable foe even if they weren't pillaging since, in his eyes, there wasn't much to pillage in most clans.

( second part of the meeting will be up tomorrow morning !! )

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

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