A daydream // private, pincher // in the nightmare

[PINCHER]

the devil's backbone

DENIZ "PINCHER" ROUX — MALE — THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — DOBERMAN

His plan had been fucking compromised and now he had to deal with this. He had ideas and strategies on how to get snowbound on typhoon's side when all the sudden, guru had decided to cause trouble with them. He had heard the whispers about her injuring a snowbounder as well as capturing one when he had returned from his lone travel to the territory to see what they had to offer. Worn and exhausted, the captain did not have any patience for whatever stupid wrongdoing any of his members had done while he was gone. Sure, guru and him had some...chemistry that was simply more of a physical desire than anything, but she still was under his leadership. Pirates didn't really believe in the whole patriarchy that everyone else had decided to follow including Pincher but he knew it was better to lead a group that was still quite new and that he was prepared for it. There were moments of doubt that lingered inside his head when he thought if he was leading well and by guru's taunting torture towards jacob, someone would view it as good. But not pincher. When he had heard the news, the fuming canine had gone out to hunt the striker and the prisoner in the hidden underground catacombs behind the temple. as he stepped in, he remembered locking eyes with someone. someone...different. The imaginary flames had hardly phased Pincher and instead had only fueled his draining stability for patience. He had barked out an intense order of halt and quickly tried to ensure to step between Jacob and Guru, his upper lip curling to expose rows of shark-like teeth. After that had been settled, Pincher had quickly demanded for Jacob to follow him, clearly not wanting to wait for Guru to piss him off even more.

The sleek broad-shouldered dark male had stalked out of the catacombs, glowing snake-like ocean blue eyes locked forward as he didn't bother looking back to see if Jacob was following. The gangster knew he was. Small puffs of warm breath danced out of his lips as he walked in the murky darkness of the island, the sky hardly visible under the thick overgrowth of the canopy trees. Yet as they grew closer to reaching the ivory sandy hills of Barracuda Bay, Pincher's muscular form was outlined with silver as he briefly halted, tipping his head ever so slightly to the side to glance back at Jacob. So he was following afterall. Pincher blinked twice as he felt himself stiffen ever so slightly when he caught himself gazing at the male. What the fuck? He quickly snapped back to attention and headed towards the stranded submarine that was right beside the Tempest. Pinch would have allowed Jacob to go find a room in the Capricorn Tavern but for some reason, felt that it was better if he was with him. For tonight, of course. The silent brooding male quickened his pace until he reached the door of the submarine, halting and standing to the side to allow Jacob in before entering. Lowering his ink black head to his front left leg, the Captain snatched up a bone white cigarette from his arm band, a small grunt softly escaping his lips when he bumped into the trembling husky. Slipping casually away from Jacob, Pincher muttered "Oi, take it easy, alright? You should take a few breaths. Sit down." The blue eyed canine simply brushed off the thank you with a light shrug before turning around, aiming to sit in a relaxed sitting position, his back on Jacob. He was going to give him some privacy to change when his velvety pointed ears pricked at the apology. Why the hell was he apologizing for? The older male's fictional brow furrowed and he gnawed on the end of the unlit cigarette before deciding to answer...or well, question him.

"The hell you sorry for? You didn't do anything wrong. But uh, tell me when you're done with putting on your shit, I can't sit here all night." Pincher responded, his low rumbling voice hardly showing any emotion or interest. However, inside his mind was a sudden spark of confused curiosity. He didn't know the guy but there was a softness that Pincher found oddly comforting, one that he had never been able to really experience or receive from anyone. He remained silent for a while, stirring the thoughts inside his skull like some sort of mixing pot. Part of him was thinking of how to use Jacob as some trading chip. The other part...was lost, empty. Not an emptiness of boredom but self-conflict. The snowbounder seemed troubed and Pincher wasn't entirely what to do but he allowed a soft sigh to escape his lips as he rose to his caramel brown colored paws and turned to face Jacob, hardened cold expression suddenly becoming soft like a veil. His hypnotic oceanic blue gaze locked onto the gaze of Jacob, unfazed by the burnmarks that littered the figure of the other male. He remained silent before stepping forward to the point he was almost nose to nose, his muscles loose as he leaned forward to gently brush his muzzle against the scar on Jacob's cheek before pulling back. "Hmph. They don't look bad to me...not infected." He stated, adding quickly to the end as he took a few steps and sat casually down once again. He allowed a faint ghost of a smile lace his muzzle for encouragement, hoping that Jacob knew he was not in any sort of danger.
"SPEECH"

#psychosocial.