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LEVIATHAN
[ diamond in the rough ]
— What does your kid look like?
— You'll know who she is when you see her.
That was an understatement. He had to hold back the snarky remark that all Rouxes tended to have some unique trait that made them stand out like a sore thumb, that being their appearance or personalities. Weird fuckers, he'd like to call them with their undilated pupils and otherworldly glow that graced their eyes. Leviathan was the opposite, his appearance was as dull as the drying paint on a wall. Jet black fur that rolled in smooth waves, glossy from his rigid everyday hygiene, not a single strand of fur is a different shade or hue. He was a walking shadow, an abyss that absorbed everything around him but never reflected. His eyes weren't any better. They didn't shine, they didn't contrast, they only appeared to be slabs of cut stone, grey like a morning rain sky. He was boring. He knew that. But he didn't care too much about his looks nor how he portrayed himself as. He didn't want to leave a mark, he didn't want to change any cycle that didn't need fixing although he did know when to stand up and speak his mind when something was off or irritating his iron morals. Were the Typhoon pirates known as the showoffs? The striking colors and vibrant atmosphere of fresh freedom ready to take what's theirs? What an odd sight he must be, the dull bruised sore.
It appeared it didn't take very long to attract others as the faint stir of the air above him and the sound of wings dancing in the air currents caused his small dark pupils to slightly flickering up as a towering shadow cast over him briefly before the owner of that shadow landed in front of him, his lower jaw tightening as he already saw the tiny pebbles of sand already flying in the air. Lovely. However, he managed to keep his trap shut and now focus on the striped bright figure in front of him. A Roux. It was easy to tell, them bastards radiated cosmic troubles. He blinked, wondering if this was the daughter of Pinch—Goldenluxury Roux. Yep, that was her. He tipped his head upwards to lock his neutral unreadable eyes onto the female, noticing that she held the same intensity but with a lighter softer touch. A strength that wavered only in the warmth of the sun. Despite the warm smile, his frown didn't twitch nor turn from its spot, permanently scarring his muzzle as he nodded and raised a paw to straighten his cravat, gently flattening against his chest. [b]"Deniz's daughter. You've certainly got his flair." His furrowed eyebrows tightened as he wondered if he should really tell her about Pincher's wish. Why give her false hope? What certainty was there for her to hold onto when he had been gone for months in her life? Should he just swallow the desire of return and let her accept the simple idea that he may or may not be gone forever, to remain an open-ended question up for interpretation?
"Your father wa-" His monotone voice was cut short when he caught sight of other figures slowly coming fo follow their captain and meet their new..."crewmate". He was still debating if he should even remain but he had been offered sanctuary here by Pincher but that dumbass wasn't here to vouch for him nor was he sure if he'd like to stick around with a group, he didn't want to get attached, no more strings to tie him up. He rolled his heavy set shoulders awkwardly when someone introduced themselves, a coyote and he blinked, giving a curt nod before turning towards the others. A tinier figure than him appeared, a rather surprising thing to see but nothing to take his breath away as he was short but not that short...right? Then like a ying and yang motion, a lumbering colossal figure that was made of smoke and scales. It caused his left nonexistent eyebrow to quirk upwards in a curious way before resettling back to his blank concrete expression. Well they were certainly oddballs of various kinds, it reminded him of how big and different this world was with corners of different species existing. Deciding it was best to just do what he was asked for (he didn't travel for weeks to just give up), he turned his frigid moon grey eyes onto the tigress.
"Your father wanted me to give you this." Raising a silky paw, he dug into his rich green cloak and caught the hem of a small pocket. Once carefully grabbing the item, he pulled it out and held it out for the others to see. It was a necklace, one with a simple silver chain that glinted in the sun but the thing that stuck out was what it held. It was a large jet black shark tooth, old and smooth, beaten down by the sea waves that trapped Pincher. Wrapping around the tooth was small claws of gold that encased a rich peculiar jewel, one mixed with the colors that very much portrayed the eye colors of Goldie, luminous emerald green flecks dancing in the sea of electric blue. "He...he's not dead. And..." his low voice trailed off for a split second, his mind racing on what to say. Should he give false hope on the words of a dead man or remain silent with the words trapped within his chest? He snorted, irritated with how stupid Pincher was. "...And that he will be returning. He said he loves you and that there is nothing in this world that will stop him from seeing you again, he says he misses his little lightning bug, whatever the fuck that means."
His mouth felt dry, irritated slightly that he had to say this to the daughter of his old friend. What if it wasn't true? What if she is just sticking around waiting for nothing? He swore if Pincher didn't come soon, he'd leave and never accept giving anymore favors again. Leviathan swallowed awkwardly, wondering if the child would even care to see her father again. He had met plenty of kids with daddy issues, including himself and Pincher. What if she hated him too? That thought prodded his mind but he was ready to face any reaction.
— You'll know who she is when you see her.
That was an understatement. He had to hold back the snarky remark that all Rouxes tended to have some unique trait that made them stand out like a sore thumb, that being their appearance or personalities. Weird fuckers, he'd like to call them with their undilated pupils and otherworldly glow that graced their eyes. Leviathan was the opposite, his appearance was as dull as the drying paint on a wall. Jet black fur that rolled in smooth waves, glossy from his rigid everyday hygiene, not a single strand of fur is a different shade or hue. He was a walking shadow, an abyss that absorbed everything around him but never reflected. His eyes weren't any better. They didn't shine, they didn't contrast, they only appeared to be slabs of cut stone, grey like a morning rain sky. He was boring. He knew that. But he didn't care too much about his looks nor how he portrayed himself as. He didn't want to leave a mark, he didn't want to change any cycle that didn't need fixing although he did know when to stand up and speak his mind when something was off or irritating his iron morals. Were the Typhoon pirates known as the showoffs? The striking colors and vibrant atmosphere of fresh freedom ready to take what's theirs? What an odd sight he must be, the dull bruised sore.
It appeared it didn't take very long to attract others as the faint stir of the air above him and the sound of wings dancing in the air currents caused his small dark pupils to slightly flickering up as a towering shadow cast over him briefly before the owner of that shadow landed in front of him, his lower jaw tightening as he already saw the tiny pebbles of sand already flying in the air. Lovely. However, he managed to keep his trap shut and now focus on the striped bright figure in front of him. A Roux. It was easy to tell, them bastards radiated cosmic troubles. He blinked, wondering if this was the daughter of Pinch—Goldenluxury Roux. Yep, that was her. He tipped his head upwards to lock his neutral unreadable eyes onto the female, noticing that she held the same intensity but with a lighter softer touch. A strength that wavered only in the warmth of the sun. Despite the warm smile, his frown didn't twitch nor turn from its spot, permanently scarring his muzzle as he nodded and raised a paw to straighten his cravat, gently flattening against his chest. [b]"Deniz's daughter. You've certainly got his flair." His furrowed eyebrows tightened as he wondered if he should really tell her about Pincher's wish. Why give her false hope? What certainty was there for her to hold onto when he had been gone for months in her life? Should he just swallow the desire of return and let her accept the simple idea that he may or may not be gone forever, to remain an open-ended question up for interpretation?
"Your father wa-" His monotone voice was cut short when he caught sight of other figures slowly coming fo follow their captain and meet their new..."crewmate". He was still debating if he should even remain but he had been offered sanctuary here by Pincher but that dumbass wasn't here to vouch for him nor was he sure if he'd like to stick around with a group, he didn't want to get attached, no more strings to tie him up. He rolled his heavy set shoulders awkwardly when someone introduced themselves, a coyote and he blinked, giving a curt nod before turning towards the others. A tinier figure than him appeared, a rather surprising thing to see but nothing to take his breath away as he was short but not that short...right? Then like a ying and yang motion, a lumbering colossal figure that was made of smoke and scales. It caused his left nonexistent eyebrow to quirk upwards in a curious way before resettling back to his blank concrete expression. Well they were certainly oddballs of various kinds, it reminded him of how big and different this world was with corners of different species existing. Deciding it was best to just do what he was asked for (he didn't travel for weeks to just give up), he turned his frigid moon grey eyes onto the tigress.
"Your father wanted me to give you this." Raising a silky paw, he dug into his rich green cloak and caught the hem of a small pocket. Once carefully grabbing the item, he pulled it out and held it out for the others to see. It was a necklace, one with a simple silver chain that glinted in the sun but the thing that stuck out was what it held. It was a large jet black shark tooth, old and smooth, beaten down by the sea waves that trapped Pincher. Wrapping around the tooth was small claws of gold that encased a rich peculiar jewel, one mixed with the colors that very much portrayed the eye colors of Goldie, luminous emerald green flecks dancing in the sea of electric blue. "He...he's not dead. And..." his low voice trailed off for a split second, his mind racing on what to say. Should he give false hope on the words of a dead man or remain silent with the words trapped within his chest? He snorted, irritated with how stupid Pincher was. "...And that he will be returning. He said he loves you and that there is nothing in this world that will stop him from seeing you again, he says he misses his little lightning bug, whatever the fuck that means."
His mouth felt dry, irritated slightly that he had to say this to the daughter of his old friend. What if it wasn't true? What if she is just sticking around waiting for nothing? He swore if Pincher didn't come soon, he'd leave and never accept giving anymore favors again. Leviathan swallowed awkwardly, wondering if the child would even care to see her father again. He had met plenty of kids with daddy issues, including himself and Pincher. What if she hated him too? That thought prodded his mind but he was ready to face any reaction.
death has become a friend waiting at the end
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