MISTER MISTY-EYE — MINI MEETING 11.09

[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 ❞

It was only a few span of days and already so much had happened and the male needed to make sure his schedule of meetings as they had been lopsided to either be too long and too short, it was honestly annoying as fuck to himself as a captain. Perhaps it was his bad mood as he stared at the faint thin trails of smoke that were still rising from the burned down tavern that those Pitt stain fucks had done. His lower jaw locked, a vein pulsing with frustrated energy as he was glad there were still blueprints of how the tavern had been built locked away in the lighthouse by older generations of pirates. But he would get them back, he promised himself and to the crew. Revenge was always seen in a bad light by the cookie cutter good-doers but no one could lie that it felt damn good. He rolled his aching sore shoulders, ignoring the tattoos that marked his body as they pulsed with a paler hue than what was usually seen on him. Was it because he was tired? Irritated?

Stop thinking about yourself. Pincher snapped out of his thought bubble, shaking his dark head and turning around to head over towards the main area where the main camp area of the Typhoon was. He glanced around and called out "Everyone gather for a quick ass meeting on the Tempest! I've got shit to say." It was less than the formal meeting he had where he sat like some idiot on a throne and all he wanted to do was clarify some of things as well as offer news that had been passed to him from the whispers of his spies around other groups and rogues he paid to make sure to keep track of the drama. The storm colored panthera hybrid trekked towards the dark slowly rocking ship with his paws gently thumping on the planks as he then teleported to stand in front of the ship's wheel of the ship with his long tail twitching as he paced for a while before settling down with his jaws parting to exhale altho a small swirl of blue flames puffed out as he was still getting used to controlling his fire elemental powers.

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

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