the devil's backbone
DENIZ "PINCHER" ROUX — MALE — THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — DOBERMAN
Pincher was a strategist. Ever since his father had stripped him away from his family and forced him into training, all that Pincher could ever concentrate on was work and his ambitious. He was a chip of the old block except he didn't want to be. His father had taught him how to lead with brute strength while his sly honey tongued uncle had taught him the sneakier the ways to get what he wanted. So how was Pincher going to play with this conflict that he had to settle to get what he had planned for? In reality, he was not sure. His mind had been cramped with other clan politics and such but he knew better than to allow himself to fall back with tense situations like the ones that were unfolding right in front of him. The icy tension cracked and sparked as his members faced the opposite group that was quite the opposite of what the Typhoon represented. Snowbound was a place that focused on thriving in peace, in blossoming in the gentleness yet hardiness of the snow. From the information that his resources had given him, they were also a tribe and in a way, Pincher could understand their ways. The Vodou Tribe that his mother had lead were one for peace and prosperity while the dangerous crew of his father sought out the destruction of their enemies with only rage and hunger. How his soft-hearted mother could have fallen for such a monstrosity still shocked Pincher when he allowed his mind to linger, to trace back to ever shredded memory that would float in his mind. The doberman usually was one to be quite talkative with a suave charismatic charm to his movements but that form of Pincher had shapeshifted into one of approach, laced with rough drafts of what to say. While his father had been a gruff realist that held little to no faith with anything, Pincher believed in the butterfly effect. He knew that one slip up, one stupidly unplaced word or action would lead to his downfall in the future. But he also knew how to take risks, to allow the roll of the dice to take control of what sort of procedure he should go with if things went south.
When Jacob offered to collect sweaters for them, a faint ghost of a smirk almost traced his lips. Even after Guru had put him through, it seemed Jacob had enough heart to see the crew in a different light. However, before he reply to the healer, Guru appeared to immediatly jump into the conversation, slipping in like a snake. He liked Guru in the sense that she was not fearful of consequences but there was a difference between consequences of others and the ones that Pincher enforced. His lower jaw tightened and his deep oceanic blue eyes narrowed but remained silent. Not yet. She would recieve what he had been planning for her after he had found out about her sneaky little capture of Jacob. His paws were growing slightly numb to the sudden exposure of the freezing snow beneath his caramel paws and when he felt the temperature drop so slightly, a small spark of electricity came out of his jaws as he softly cursed under his breath. Fucking Agwe, he hated this sort of weather. He had grown up in the beach humid areas and had never once been anywhere cold until now. For a first experience, he didn't find it exactly whimsical as one normally would with snow. Then arrived Killua and Pincher felt a small wave of relief wash over them that finally someone had come. He didn't care what ranking or entitlement the stranger had, he just wanted to get his plan spread out. While tiny sharp shivers marched down his spine, the short-haired male answered "I'm here to speak with Leigh and the rest of the Snowbounders." His voice was even and steady, not a trace of hesitation lingered in his rumbling voice. He ignored the statement of Jerseyboy coming to the Typhoon to burn them down since that would have been a foolish strategy in his opinion. Trying to burn down an entire island that was surrounded by the expansive ocean? Not the finest idea but he knew it wasn't a threat, more of an exaggeration.
Then arrived another, a victim of Guru. Good. He wanted her to see what he was planning. Steady satisfaction poured inside his chest but felt a prick of puzzled confusion to the apology that London had made. It seemed that the gal was innocent, pure-hearted. She wouldn't have lasted in the Typhoon for a minute with all the sinister pirates that had their own intentions even if they were a "group". Pincher wasn't stupid nor was he a complete and utterly perfect genius. Yet, it seemed things were slowly inclining to his favor when the steady footsteps of the unicorn leader joined into the symphony of sounds. His lowered head towards the two albinos tilted upwards to lock steady blue eyes onto another white form. White. So much white. It was bright and pure, something he wasn't used to even with the rich sun rays that poured down on Paradis Island. He rolled his broad shoulders in silence as he heard the pain that emitted from the leader's voice upon seeing Jacob. Though he had not been harmed physically, the mental state of the canine had been tested by Guru. Luckily, Pincher had been able to stop it before things had gotten out of hand. He heard the inquiry from Leigh to Guru with her response only thinning the patience he had for her. He waited. Not yet. Not yet. Besides his other striker appeared to have snapped at Guru, warning her and Pincher was pleased with Argus's actions so he didn't move yet as he parted his jaws to greet Leigh but it seemed that Jacob and Killua had things to say.
In a sense, Pincher was able to relate to Killua, his "enemy" due to the attack on Guru. He could understand the frustration and seething enragment of wanting to protect those who had been harmed. He could connect to the resentment that the serval now held towards the Typhoon so he simply watched with cool unfazed eyes to the male that allowed his emotions to pull out the inquiries about Jacob. The obsidian doberman tipped his head ever so slightly to the side before answering "Jacob didn't seem too well mentally after what Guru had done. Even if he was physically fine, I wasn't going to let him come home with a state of mind like the one he had. I granted him freedom to roam Paradis Island to let his mind settle. And for the flying option, I wasn't going to allow any of my winged members to carry weight for that kind of distance especially with the kind of weather that spring has at the moment." April showers weren't just soft drizzle. The earth desired rainstorms and with the ocean, the Typhoon wasn't exactly the most kindest of climates when storms rolled in. Besides, he had wanted to come along for the trip because he was indeed in a way using Jacob as a bargaining chip even though in truth, he had never planned to use anyone from the Snowbound as a hostage. That was foolish especially if one was trying to get on one's good side.
At the next acusation that Killua had decided to throw at him, his youthful features turned to one of puzzlement. "When did I ever say that he couldn't cross the border? He's free to go, I have never once ordered my Strikers to keep him with us. Nor am I using him as a bargaining chip because I have never stated what I want from Snowbound in the first place so drop the accusations before you lose your head to paranoia. I am not here to hold Jacob as a hostage but as a way to show that the Typhoon does not intend to harm your tribemates any longer though Snowbound was never a target except to Guru. And do you really think I would be stupid enough to not bring enough members if shit hit the fan? I'm not here for a fight, kid. I'm here to talk...and demonstrate what happens to what I do to my crew if they don't listen." Now it was time.
Suddenly, Pincher lowered his head to sink his teeth into the steel hande of his switchblade that was strapped onto his front leg, the razor sharp blade flipping open. He then aimed to slam his paw down on Guru's neck, pushing her down to the ground. In a fluid motion, he sliced Guru's ear with the blade while making sure she was unable to move due to having most of his weight down on her. Pincher's expression remained unfazed as he spat out the switchblade, ignoring the crimson blood that now splattered his muzzle and around his piercing stoic blue eyes that were locked on the torn off ear of Guru now laying on the snow, the blood being absorbed by it. Focusing back onto Guru, he muttered flatly "Seems ironic that a Striker is getting their first strike. Now Guru, unless you want your second strike, I want you to apologize to Jacob and London. And mean it." In the last sentence, he pressed his paw a little harder down on Guru's neck but not enough for her to choke. He wanted her to swallow her pride and say it.
[member=118]Guru[/member]
"SPEECH"
When Jacob offered to collect sweaters for them, a faint ghost of a smirk almost traced his lips. Even after Guru had put him through, it seemed Jacob had enough heart to see the crew in a different light. However, before he reply to the healer, Guru appeared to immediatly jump into the conversation, slipping in like a snake. He liked Guru in the sense that she was not fearful of consequences but there was a difference between consequences of others and the ones that Pincher enforced. His lower jaw tightened and his deep oceanic blue eyes narrowed but remained silent. Not yet. She would recieve what he had been planning for her after he had found out about her sneaky little capture of Jacob. His paws were growing slightly numb to the sudden exposure of the freezing snow beneath his caramel paws and when he felt the temperature drop so slightly, a small spark of electricity came out of his jaws as he softly cursed under his breath. Fucking Agwe, he hated this sort of weather. He had grown up in the beach humid areas and had never once been anywhere cold until now. For a first experience, he didn't find it exactly whimsical as one normally would with snow. Then arrived Killua and Pincher felt a small wave of relief wash over them that finally someone had come. He didn't care what ranking or entitlement the stranger had, he just wanted to get his plan spread out. While tiny sharp shivers marched down his spine, the short-haired male answered "I'm here to speak with Leigh and the rest of the Snowbounders." His voice was even and steady, not a trace of hesitation lingered in his rumbling voice. He ignored the statement of Jerseyboy coming to the Typhoon to burn them down since that would have been a foolish strategy in his opinion. Trying to burn down an entire island that was surrounded by the expansive ocean? Not the finest idea but he knew it wasn't a threat, more of an exaggeration.
Then arrived another, a victim of Guru. Good. He wanted her to see what he was planning. Steady satisfaction poured inside his chest but felt a prick of puzzled confusion to the apology that London had made. It seemed that the gal was innocent, pure-hearted. She wouldn't have lasted in the Typhoon for a minute with all the sinister pirates that had their own intentions even if they were a "group". Pincher wasn't stupid nor was he a complete and utterly perfect genius. Yet, it seemed things were slowly inclining to his favor when the steady footsteps of the unicorn leader joined into the symphony of sounds. His lowered head towards the two albinos tilted upwards to lock steady blue eyes onto another white form. White. So much white. It was bright and pure, something he wasn't used to even with the rich sun rays that poured down on Paradis Island. He rolled his broad shoulders in silence as he heard the pain that emitted from the leader's voice upon seeing Jacob. Though he had not been harmed physically, the mental state of the canine had been tested by Guru. Luckily, Pincher had been able to stop it before things had gotten out of hand. He heard the inquiry from Leigh to Guru with her response only thinning the patience he had for her. He waited. Not yet. Not yet. Besides his other striker appeared to have snapped at Guru, warning her and Pincher was pleased with Argus's actions so he didn't move yet as he parted his jaws to greet Leigh but it seemed that Jacob and Killua had things to say.
In a sense, Pincher was able to relate to Killua, his "enemy" due to the attack on Guru. He could understand the frustration and seething enragment of wanting to protect those who had been harmed. He could connect to the resentment that the serval now held towards the Typhoon so he simply watched with cool unfazed eyes to the male that allowed his emotions to pull out the inquiries about Jacob. The obsidian doberman tipped his head ever so slightly to the side before answering "Jacob didn't seem too well mentally after what Guru had done. Even if he was physically fine, I wasn't going to let him come home with a state of mind like the one he had. I granted him freedom to roam Paradis Island to let his mind settle. And for the flying option, I wasn't going to allow any of my winged members to carry weight for that kind of distance especially with the kind of weather that spring has at the moment." April showers weren't just soft drizzle. The earth desired rainstorms and with the ocean, the Typhoon wasn't exactly the most kindest of climates when storms rolled in. Besides, he had wanted to come along for the trip because he was indeed in a way using Jacob as a bargaining chip even though in truth, he had never planned to use anyone from the Snowbound as a hostage. That was foolish especially if one was trying to get on one's good side.
At the next acusation that Killua had decided to throw at him, his youthful features turned to one of puzzlement. "When did I ever say that he couldn't cross the border? He's free to go, I have never once ordered my Strikers to keep him with us. Nor am I using him as a bargaining chip because I have never stated what I want from Snowbound in the first place so drop the accusations before you lose your head to paranoia. I am not here to hold Jacob as a hostage but as a way to show that the Typhoon does not intend to harm your tribemates any longer though Snowbound was never a target except to Guru. And do you really think I would be stupid enough to not bring enough members if shit hit the fan? I'm not here for a fight, kid. I'm here to talk...and demonstrate what happens to what I do to my crew if they don't listen." Now it was time.
Suddenly, Pincher lowered his head to sink his teeth into the steel hande of his switchblade that was strapped onto his front leg, the razor sharp blade flipping open. He then aimed to slam his paw down on Guru's neck, pushing her down to the ground. In a fluid motion, he sliced Guru's ear with the blade while making sure she was unable to move due to having most of his weight down on her. Pincher's expression remained unfazed as he spat out the switchblade, ignoring the crimson blood that now splattered his muzzle and around his piercing stoic blue eyes that were locked on the torn off ear of Guru now laying on the snow, the blood being absorbed by it. Focusing back onto Guru, he muttered flatly "Seems ironic that a Striker is getting their first strike. Now Guru, unless you want your second strike, I want you to apologize to Jacob and London. And mean it." In the last sentence, he pressed his paw a little harder down on Guru's neck but not enough for her to choke. He wanted her to swallow her pride and say it.
[member=118]Guru[/member]
"SPEECH"
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