02-27-2021, 10:59 PM
CAPTAIN MORRISON
Morrison hadn't become acquainted with The Typhoon's members or their territory just yet, but island exploration was no stranger to him. After settling down and tying his mediocre boat to the dock, the canine set out on a mission. Paws firmly maneuvered through the islands with ease, pausing to small talk with the locals every now and then, only to set off moments later. Needless to say, the place was interesting. His eyes surveyed the beauty of his new home curiously and landed on the railroad tracks in the horizon as he walked. Pondering it's use, he grew closer.
Given time, an unfamiliar scent mixed with rotten flesh caused his nose to scrunch up and the murmurs of a female met his pointed ears. He pondered leaving. Ignoring her words would be the best option. After all, self-preservation was key after all these long years, but the canine couldn't help it. With a blunt swear underneath his breath, he changed paths. Morrison approached casually from afar, eyes locking with the head on the gate upon noticing. A pit formed in his stomach. So this was the issue? His gaze snapped over to the lion. He hesitated forward and offered a dip of his head in greeting (despite her eyes being closed). Even so, his teeth gritted together. The silence was deafening.
Amidst her trembles, his claws lightly tapped on the metal gate. The metallic reverberation was meant to get her attention, leading into his introduction. "Now girlie, I ain't expecting you to explain why you're here, but if you need an ear, you've subconsciously summoned the wrong guy," he started with. A smug smirk met Morrison's lips. "Although, my curiosity is peaked."
That said, he lingered closer to the stranger with a narrowed gaze. The wolf wasn't aware of The Typhoon's foreign policies, nor did he necessarily care, so she seemed like another rogue to him. A paw nonchalantly gestures upwards towards Stryker's head on the gate, only to crane his head in response. "Who's this bloak?" came his questioning tone. "He must of went belly up and muddled the waters awhile back if he looks like that."
Given time, an unfamiliar scent mixed with rotten flesh caused his nose to scrunch up and the murmurs of a female met his pointed ears. He pondered leaving. Ignoring her words would be the best option. After all, self-preservation was key after all these long years, but the canine couldn't help it. With a blunt swear underneath his breath, he changed paths. Morrison approached casually from afar, eyes locking with the head on the gate upon noticing. A pit formed in his stomach. So this was the issue? His gaze snapped over to the lion. He hesitated forward and offered a dip of his head in greeting (despite her eyes being closed). Even so, his teeth gritted together. The silence was deafening.
Amidst her trembles, his claws lightly tapped on the metal gate. The metallic reverberation was meant to get her attention, leading into his introduction. "Now girlie, I ain't expecting you to explain why you're here, but if you need an ear, you've subconsciously summoned the wrong guy," he started with. A smug smirk met Morrison's lips. "Although, my curiosity is peaked."
That said, he lingered closer to the stranger with a narrowed gaze. The wolf wasn't aware of The Typhoon's foreign policies, nor did he necessarily care, so she seemed like another rogue to him. A paw nonchalantly gestures upwards towards Stryker's head on the gate, only to crane his head in response. "Who's this bloak?" came his questioning tone. "He must of went belly up and muddled the waters awhile back if he looks like that."
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CAPTAIN ⚓︎ MORRISON
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