GREASE LIGHTNING / intro

[COSMIIX]

He was very happy in finally moving in and picking a place to call his own, the King Cheetah let out a soft breath staring at the small aquarium that had a few sea bunnies and a single banana eel, he cherished these animals yet his favorite was his banana pythons. The cheetah would brush his nose against one of the said pythons snout only to rumble contently before returning the reptile into its enclosure, he would step out onto the beach using a paw to slick back the fur on his cranium. He would sit down slowly pulling out a single cigarette bringing it to his maw, he slowly lit the tip of it only to take a swig soon opening his jaws to let out a plume of smoke. He sighed quietly.

[Grey]

The only king cheetah Bakugou knew was Marcellus and he remembers once having different and rather various opinions on the male. At first, he had viewed the other as another fool, another extra who lacked an extra brain to replace their clearly faulty one. After all, it was during inconvenient circumstances that the Reaver first met him. Marcellus had been rather sick, still drawling across the beach like a zombie that it sparked annoyance in Bakugou who was still unsure what his immune system would be like as it was only recently after he had joined. As it turns out, the male has a rather superior immune system thanks to his lack of anger management. His blood was too hot and sometimes his skin burned to touch. It was perhaps why some members steered clear of bumping into him, not wishing for the unpleasant surprise of an ugly burn against their sides. Then he had other views on the male, ranging from pity to distaste and all the way back to indifference as though the king cheetah were a stranger to him. And now, rather interestingly, there was another stranger before him - another king cheetah out on the beach. This time, however, it wasn't a feline hacking a dangerous and nasty cough. No, it was a different kind of litter. Smoking. The other was smoking.

Bakugou isn't particularly sure what his stance is on smoking. All kinds of Typhooners do it and he would be willing to yell at the other that smoking could cause lung cancer in not only himself but the ones around him but Bakugou quickly held his mouth shut. If that were the case, the Reaver would be a walking hazard considering he was always steaming from annoyance. Then again, when was he not? "Yo, extra," the ragdoll calls out in his usual high-and-mighty tone, walking towards him with a confident and unwavering stride. Then, in the only way he could nicely inquire the male who he was, he asks: "When the fuck did you exist here?" Well, Bakugou doesn't know a lot of names but he knows for certain that there was only one king cheetah when he had been around and awake. Unless the male was a master of coincidental hiding from the Reaver's attention then it must have meant the male was new, right? Well, he could be wrong. It's easy to get things wrong when trying to swing back into routine. He had been asleep for twelve motherfucking days and already there had been raids, a ridiculous number of captures, and an even more ridiculous number of amnesia cases. What was he to expect?

[Luca]

Luca, too, was only familiar with one king cheetah. Even if he knew multiple the most notable one in his mind would probably be Marcellus, considering that the two of them had been linked against their will. In some ways it was fun to have a bond. If both Luca and Marcellus felt something such as happiness at the same time, then it made the emotion so much more intense. There were days that he felt like he could do anything, although everything has an opposite. With every good day was a bad one, a day full of sadness or hate or anger. Marcellus was stubborn and stuck up, the complete opposite of Luca. It was no wonder that they clashed on more occasions than they melded. Luca's thoughts were often filled with the Privateer's words, nagging and rules and a bunch of other things that he never paid attention to. Perhaps that's why his thoughts were instantly drawn to Marcel when he spotted Salvatore. Despite all his negative thoughts, he had to admit that the cheetah held a soft spot in his heart.

He approached soon after Bakugou, his good eye lying curiously upon this stranger. "Do you know Marcellus?" He asked, unknowing or perhaps uncaring that his inquiry may be seen as rude. Was it impolite to assume that everyone in a species was related? Luca hadn't thought about it much-- he tended to pay no notice to that sort of thing. "My name's Luca, who are you?" He continued soon after, piling his questions up on a platter and serving them to Salvatore without a care in the world. He couldn't help it, he had always been naturally curious.

[Luciferr]

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L U C I F E R . G R I M M

"The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart"

Trailing behind his hot tempered compatriot and his erstwhile little brother, the vantablack shadow eyed the stranger speculatively - new among them no doubt given the reactions and well, the dragon might've missed his joining after he'd spent awhile simply sorting out his cave for so long.

and like the other two he only knew of Marcellus when it came to cheetah's or well, at least in this time and place, still he inclined his head "Lucifer grimm"

DRAGON [10FT Hght, 25FT Lgth] — HELLION [5FT] — TYPHOON / OFFICER — PLAYLIST — TAGS

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[PINCHER]

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

❝ A MODERN GOD IN A TAILORED SUIT — WHO'S LIPS TASTE LIKE FORBIDDEN FRUIT ❞

Pincher knew there were a lot of new faces that he needed to get into but frankly, he had trouble squeezing in time especially after the whole fucking fiasco with the Pitt. He had managed to raid them finally but knew there was a danger into attacking them as he didn't enjoy wasting resources on fights. However, it was his luck that it had been somewhat successful and for now, his paperwork and duties were now settling back to how he normally enjoyed them. The broad-shouldered battleship gray male was speaking to some other crewmates, discussing with them on going out to find some food for tonight as with colder temperatures, it became a bit harder to fish due to fish escaping to warmer currents. Tropical islands were fruitful in resources and with volcanic earth being one of the most fertile grounds, it was easy to grow many fruits and vegetables but Pincher was always wary of the worst. He had seen famine before and desired to avoid it after his own experience of starvation.

Once he finished the orders, he stepped away and began heading over towards the tavern to grab a quick drink, his tongue craving whisky or perhaps tequila. However, his desires that floated in his head were cut short when he heard the voices of his other crewmates mingling nearby with what appeared to be a stranger. A new pirate? Raising a fictional eyebrow, the male headed over as the panthera hybrid went to halt beside Lucifer, giving a light nod towards the peculiar looking king cheetah. Odd-coloring and eyes that held such an interesting keen mixture of two colors but he remained silent on commenting, simply giving a civil nod as he noticed the other was a smoker and held tattoos like him except Pincher's glowed and were well...bounded to him. "You must've join recently, eh? Name's Pincher Roux." The demigod stated while flashing a faint smirk although his cool facial features didn't hold much of anything as he tended to be rather stoic to new faces.

❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — DEMIGOD — FATHER — THE HERMIT ❞

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