06-03-2018, 11:33 AM
[div style="width: 45%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Iosef had little intentions on founding his own family or going through the meticulous process of adoption—discovering what a child needed and desired, their traits, their capabilities. He never had children of his own in his former life and didn't have any in this life due to his being occupied with establishing himself in this vast world. That wasn't to say that he disliked children. On the contrary, he was quite fond of them, and he found solace in their youthful, amusing manners. The Typhoon wasn't the greatest place to start a family, he would admit, but there have already been many occasions in his extensive existence where children were turned into monsters for his bidding. Not that he was directly involved in such training. No, he got his paws dirty in other ways. Regardless, why would it be different here? So long as they learned to make use of themselves when they were older, he was fine with however his crewmates raised their children.
The Siberian tiger abruptly thrust his massive cranium into the water, his paws sinking into the light sand beneath him as he did so. Quickly his perilous jaws locked onto the slippery, frantic form of a fish that made its oh-so-desperate attempt to swim away from the hulking beast that hungrily loomed over the shimmering water. The crewmate drew his head up from the sea sharply, grasping tightly onto the fish as his sharpened teeth sank into its glittering silver flesh with ease. Unable to evade its demise, the resistance of his little prey eventually faded away, and he rose to his paws, content with the kill he had secured. He himself wasn't exactly aching for his next meal, but perhaps another comrade would make use of his catch. It was a decent-sized fish, after all, but nothing a fleshy hunting machine as himself couldn't put down with little effort.
As the Siberian tiger sulked off to return to the heart of Barracuda Bay, his icy blue hues detected movement in the distance, and he turned to see...hmm, a familiar figure. Argus, was it? He recalled her presence from the Typhoon's foundation, but the creatures beside her were completely alien to him. They were clearly badgers, but he was unsure if they were entirely feral. They seemed to speak little, yet they trailed after the winged wolf as if she were their maternal figure. And perhaps that was the case. "Argus." Iosef greeted the canine with a dip of his head, his voice somewhat muffled due to him still holding his shimmering catch in his maw. Gently he set the fish down, little drops of water trickling from his dog tags due to their being submerged in the sea in the midst of the hunt. "I see you've made some friends," he remarked with a slight sniff, his blue gaze shifting to the badgers that followed her trail.
The Siberian tiger abruptly thrust his massive cranium into the water, his paws sinking into the light sand beneath him as he did so. Quickly his perilous jaws locked onto the slippery, frantic form of a fish that made its oh-so-desperate attempt to swim away from the hulking beast that hungrily loomed over the shimmering water. The crewmate drew his head up from the sea sharply, grasping tightly onto the fish as his sharpened teeth sank into its glittering silver flesh with ease. Unable to evade its demise, the resistance of his little prey eventually faded away, and he rose to his paws, content with the kill he had secured. He himself wasn't exactly aching for his next meal, but perhaps another comrade would make use of his catch. It was a decent-sized fish, after all, but nothing a fleshy hunting machine as himself couldn't put down with little effort.
As the Siberian tiger sulked off to return to the heart of Barracuda Bay, his icy blue hues detected movement in the distance, and he turned to see...hmm, a familiar figure. Argus, was it? He recalled her presence from the Typhoon's foundation, but the creatures beside her were completely alien to him. They were clearly badgers, but he was unsure if they were entirely feral. They seemed to speak little, yet they trailed after the winged wolf as if she were their maternal figure. And perhaps that was the case. "Argus." Iosef greeted the canine with a dip of his head, his voice somewhat muffled due to him still holding his shimmering catch in his maw. Gently he set the fish down, little drops of water trickling from his dog tags due to their being submerged in the sea in the midst of the hunt. "I see you've made some friends," he remarked with a slight sniff, his blue gaze shifting to the badgers that followed her trail.
[glow=#0097a3,2,300]LOSERS WEEPERS[/glow] — ❆
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