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strangers. he didn't like strangers. especially fuckers that appeared during such weather like the one he was stalking through on his way towards the outlines of the shores of the volcanic island. his lips softly parted, a tiny cloud of warm breath dancing like smoke through the rather cold weather. luckily, the climate of the island was generally sunny and perfection, not a single disturbance in the air. the rocking of his submarine station had left pincher in a state of annoyance, his intense aqua blue eyes narrowed with disgust at the fish that tended to slam against the tiny round window of the beached submarine. so, he decided to go out and enjoy the weather with the heavy round crystalline droplets of rain pouring down and soaking the rich chocolate brown pelt of the bengal. he wasn't really used to all this nature — unlike his twin brother, pincher had not grown up in the island and had only just returned with his crew to rejoin the two groups. the nautical mile crew had been a bit iffy on returning to the three massive pirate ships that were anchored to the northern shore, their bodies not used to the rocking. they complained for a bit until pincher set them straight, threatening to turn the next idiot to complain into chum for the fish. as he stepped out of his submarine, the brooding leader ignored the wet sand feeling, his pale coffee paws gently sinking into the surface but not enough to make him struggle as he stalked past the tavern and the ships. he glanced towards the towering behemoths of wood and iron, observing with cool calculative orbs made of ice. was there anyone else out here?
somehow in someway, his warm salmon pink nose caught the faint trace of a stranger. of someone not from this island. he had managed to distinct the scent of the voodoo house and the nautical mile. the nautical mile members' scent was always faintly tinted with sea salt while the voodoo fucks smelled like the lush vegetation such as moss and coconuts from the jungle. but this scent...had neither. with clear suspicion and curiosity lacing his youthful facial features, the lean figure headed towards the direction until he managed to catch sight of an outline. an outline of the very stranger the scent was coming from. automatically, the tips of his claws began to slide out as he halted a few years from papercutter, narrowed arctic blue eyes locked onto the jackal, trying to ignore the lazy rustling of the rainforest around them. "aye...you're in de roi place..." pincher answered flatly, chocolate brown ears pinning to his skull as the rain began to drum a little harder down upon them. damn, this was really not the right time. he was usually a little more civil but the storm wasn't exactly soothing him as he began to feel the cold in his bones. "is dat really all you've got ter offer? loyalty? wat else, have yer got to offer?" he questioned, low rumbling voice rising a few pitches with dry humor as he tipped his spotted head to the side, alluring gaze now glinting with tiny impatience. this guy really did not mind standing in the rain, did he? pincher wanted to test to see if this "papercutter" was really worthy enough to join his crew. maybe. maybe not.
( OOO I LOVE PAPERCUTTER, WHAAA )
strangers. he didn't like strangers. especially fuckers that appeared during such weather like the one he was stalking through on his way towards the outlines of the shores of the volcanic island. his lips softly parted, a tiny cloud of warm breath dancing like smoke through the rather cold weather. luckily, the climate of the island was generally sunny and perfection, not a single disturbance in the air. the rocking of his submarine station had left pincher in a state of annoyance, his intense aqua blue eyes narrowed with disgust at the fish that tended to slam against the tiny round window of the beached submarine. so, he decided to go out and enjoy the weather with the heavy round crystalline droplets of rain pouring down and soaking the rich chocolate brown pelt of the bengal. he wasn't really used to all this nature — unlike his twin brother, pincher had not grown up in the island and had only just returned with his crew to rejoin the two groups. the nautical mile crew had been a bit iffy on returning to the three massive pirate ships that were anchored to the northern shore, their bodies not used to the rocking. they complained for a bit until pincher set them straight, threatening to turn the next idiot to complain into chum for the fish. as he stepped out of his submarine, the brooding leader ignored the wet sand feeling, his pale coffee paws gently sinking into the surface but not enough to make him struggle as he stalked past the tavern and the ships. he glanced towards the towering behemoths of wood and iron, observing with cool calculative orbs made of ice. was there anyone else out here?
somehow in someway, his warm salmon pink nose caught the faint trace of a stranger. of someone not from this island. he had managed to distinct the scent of the voodoo house and the nautical mile. the nautical mile members' scent was always faintly tinted with sea salt while the voodoo fucks smelled like the lush vegetation such as moss and coconuts from the jungle. but this scent...had neither. with clear suspicion and curiosity lacing his youthful facial features, the lean figure headed towards the direction until he managed to catch sight of an outline. an outline of the very stranger the scent was coming from. automatically, the tips of his claws began to slide out as he halted a few years from papercutter, narrowed arctic blue eyes locked onto the jackal, trying to ignore the lazy rustling of the rainforest around them. "aye...you're in de roi place..." pincher answered flatly, chocolate brown ears pinning to his skull as the rain began to drum a little harder down upon them. damn, this was really not the right time. he was usually a little more civil but the storm wasn't exactly soothing him as he began to feel the cold in his bones. "is dat really all you've got ter offer? loyalty? wat else, have yer got to offer?" he questioned, low rumbling voice rising a few pitches with dry humor as he tipped his spotted head to the side, alluring gaze now glinting with tiny impatience. this guy really did not mind standing in the rain, did he? pincher wanted to test to see if this "papercutter" was really worthy enough to join his crew. maybe. maybe not.
( OOO I LOVE PAPERCUTTER, WHAAA )
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