this is our world — Pincher

[Verdigris]

  [font=trebuchet ms]Overhead, the skies were shrouded in thick, ink-black clouds, lined with occasional streaks of orange and red from the setting sun.

  Were it not for the lack of vibrations in the ground beneath him, Paper would have wondered if another tsunami- or any sort of natural disaster- was on its way. Indeed, the jungle was oddly silent, minus the sounds of his own pawsteps, and an occasional rustling behind him.

  Each time his good ear picked up the rustling, he turned his head and craned his neck to see behind him, but each time he was met with nothing. He could not smell any predators within the now-familiar stench of brine and dead fish, either. All his nose could pick up that was out of the ordinary was a light smell of ozone and rain. Most likely, a storm was coming, but he had a feeling that something else was... off besides that.

  He probably ought to start heading back before the storm arrived, but he had enough time to locate a few more reconstruction supplies. There ought to be at least one decently-sized fallen branch out here, or some vines to use for tying things together.

  Upon entering a clearing, however, Paper halted. Before him was the jungle temple- he didn’t think he’d come this far, but now that he was here, he doubted he could return to Barracuda Bay before it started raining. The rain itself couldn’t stop him from traveling, but as on-edge as he was, he wasn’t about to take his chances with the lightning.

  With a sigh, he walked up to the temple and entered it, then sat underneath the ceiling to think. Maybe there was something in here he could utilize...

[PINCHER]

CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray jaguar with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently engaged. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓

❝ YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN — YOUR SILENCE IS MY FAVORITE SOUND ❞

Pincher didn't know where he was. He had come to know the island for a while now and yet...he struggled to find any recollection in this murky conscious of him. The virus was not happy, its' vessel was rather weak due to the constant hunting he did at night as well as the constant work he did during the daylight. That was why it had coaxed the idea of Pincher to take on a larger body, one that rippled with sleek heavy muscles especially in the front legs of the jaguar. It was perhaps the reason why Pincher didn't know exactly why or how he had managed to shapeshift into the large form but felt more energized with it. The virus now was taking a slower time in overtaking the body but it could quickly overtake the demigod whenever it pleased except it knew that there were risks of being killed alongside Pincher if he went on an open massacre of all the crewmates. it needed to pick them off one by one and for now, the current being that the dark storm gray predator stalked around the vegetation, glowing venom green eyes wide and empty as if there was nothing behind them. He begun to salivate, neon green drool dripped down from the corners of his mouth as he would hide and halt when he drew too much attention. 

His figure was low to the ground, the jaguar accustomed to the jungle but this was the first time the virus had decided to take full control of Pincher and had difficulty as if he was a new car from a different era than it was used to. It had been a few million years since it had done this and it was eager to continue it's murderous intent in the future, overtaking and spreading. His long forked tongue flicked out in the air to catch the trace of rain in the air as he followed to jackal, grimacing when the pouring of rain decided to start. It didn't like rain, it made it feel weird. Pincher's pale nose wrinkled as it halted and noticed Papercutter head over to sit in the jungle temple. Was that inhabited? From the knowledge he absorbed from the mind of Pincher, there would be Soothsayers but the temple seemed empty. His tail twitched as the wildcat slipped into a cloak of invisibility, growing closer and closer until a cursed twig decided to snap beneath one of its paws. Fuck. He stiffened, frozen in his spot in the dark with its eyes locked onto or another male, hoping it had not noticed him despite the invisibility. The virus wasn't taking any chances and wasn't going to fail in attempting it's first kill.

( mobile aAAA )

❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL  — JAGUAR — FATHER — FIANCE ❞

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[Verdigris]

  [font=trebuchet ms]Sure enough, within a few moments the rain began to pour down on the earth below. Off in the distance, Paper could see a flash of forked light, and hear the roar of thunder reverberate through the temple. Narrowing his eyes, he glanced down at the ground below the steps, watching water droplets pound the blades of grass and cling to fallen twigs.

  He inhaled deeply through his nose, letting the fresh scent of rain clear away the lingering odor of dead fish- and paused, blinking. No, that couldn’t be right. Frowning, he sniffed the air again, turning his head in different directions as he did so. Perhaps he was imagining things, but he thought he could pick up the scent of jaguar- a species that he was certain was not currently represented in the Typhoon. If there really was another creature present, though... then where was it?

  Baring his teeth, he growled, ”Who’s there?” If he was about to be attacked, his attacker definitely wasn’t going to show themselves- but he glared down at the trees in front of the temple anyway, watching for any signs of movement. Maybe he could startle them into giving themselves away.

  If he was just imagining things again, then... oh, well.

  /also mobile so

[Verdigris]

  [font=trebuchet ms]/adding category + nudging

[PINCHER]

CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray jaguar with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently married. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓

❝ YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN — YOUR SILENCE IS MY FAVORITE SOUND ❞

The virus didn't like fighting for it's prey. It wanted to be efficient. Quick. No wounds or that would weaken their grip on the bastard that the jaguar currently was. It's long forked tongue flicked out nervously as it appeared that the jackal had sniffed the air, the drenched mixture of rainwater and the rotting scent of fish coming from the odd glowing toxic liquid that dripped from the gills of Pincher. Who's there? The glazed wide empty eyes of Pincher narrowed to slit as the demigod did not respond, didn't believe that they needed to as they slowly lowered themselves to the drenched ground, ignoring the mud that was beginning to cling to the edges of their fur that covered their snarling stomach. It tipped its head ever so slightly to the side as it noticed the jackal bare its teeth, the invisibility power now cloaking Pincher's towering broad-shouldered figure, blending into the darkness that surrounded the temple. Papercutter. A name. A connection. Was this why the being was hesitant to strike? The virus tugged at its reigns on the body, furiously demanding that they satisfy the hunger they craved. Food was essential and they craved the flesh of the crewmate.

Pincher noticed that Papercutter was staring straight in their direction, causing their foggy gaze to flicker around to see if anyone else was around. Nobody. Perfect. The controlled being began to stalk forward but suddenly teleported, using every power that the vessel held to win their prize. It attempted to teleport behind the coyote and flicker out of invisibility, a wicked toothy manical grin lacing their jaws as the wildcat suddenly lurched forward, teeth aiming to sink into the face of the jackal, one canine furiously attempting to bite off the eye of the male. Pincher's chest felt tight but they weren't sure why. Was it the tugging of Pincher trying to takeover? To stop it before anything else happened? They didn't know but they also didn't care. They needed to eat.

( aaa sorry this was late uwu )

❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL  — JAGUAR — FATHER — HUSBAND ❞

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[Verdigris]

  [font=trebuchet ms]As he stood there, staring, another scent he had hoped he would never smell again crept up on him- that of rotting fish. It had been several weeks now since the tsunami, and most of the decaying prey had been cleared out. Why, then, could he smell that now, along with the smell of a species that he knew only belonged to one crewmate? A crewmate that he knew would never attack him? Could this be the stranger that had attacked Gold? She had specified a panther, but there had been no panther scent on her. It could have been anyone, or anything.

  He thought he could sense something- some sort of movement. Instinctively, he started to turn to face it. Pain exploded in the front and back of his skull as something clamped down on his head, dragging a confused yelp from his maw. In that moment of panic, the only thoughts he could discern were a) he was most definitely being attacked, and b) if he didn't remove his head from the thing's grip right now he was going to die.

  With one swift movement, he yanked his head out of his aggressor's jaws, biting back a scream as he felt its teeth tear through his eye socket. He stumbled back, then whipped around to face his aggressor, gritting his teeth through the stinging in his damaged eye.

  As his good eye landed on the jaguar before him, though, he froze.

  No. No, no no no no no, this could not be happening. If he had been the one to attack Gold, then maybe this would make sense, but he had done nothing to get on Pincher’s bad side. He had done nothing to justify his own captain trying to kill him. Had Pincher just decided he was too weak to keep around?

  Was this even really Pincher, or just some imposter?

  ”Who- who are you?!” he demanded shakily, his voice wavering from the growing agony in his face and the blood loss, even as he formed a defensive stance. ”What did you do with Pincher?”

  He was not afraid. Only weaklings were afraid, had any reason to fear death. He wasn’t going to die here, that was just silly. Surely, everything was going to work out, he’d get his eye treated, and they could all just forget this ever happened.

  He was going to live.

  /it’s all good mate