WHATTUP MY GLIP GLOPS | DUAL-JOINING

[PINCHER]

He hated to admit it but in a way, he always enjoyed stumbling into new faces even if they were ones with a look of murder lacing their facial features. He tended to get bored if stuck with the same faces over and over for he knew that they were strangers unless he had managed to get to know them. He knew most of his crewmates but like himself, they all carried secrets that were locked up inside their chest under lock and key. Pincher's dirtiest secret was the one of killing the former Captain, who had also been his pathetic excuse of a father. More like a tormentor if he really thought about it. Part of him always churned with guilt and pain for murdering someone of his blood but the male at the same time did not mind the action for Archie had begun to unwind from sanity to one of pure horror. He remembered the countless of fights that he had to stop inside the former thug group, the way the tension crackled in the air and the built up hunger of everyone. But once Archie had been kicked out of his fucking high horse, Pincher was able to take control of the group and dragged them to where they were now. The place where he had been born but had hardly been able to recognize due to being stripped away from it at a raw young age. Even now, as he traveled through the lush rainforest, Pincher was unable to pull up any memory of being where he was before.

The Captain could hear the loud ringing chirps of the exotic birds echo through the jungle, his cool arctic blue gaze flickering upward as he felt a small knot of hunger begin to tie itself. He was quite hungry and had never really even much of bird before so as he began to contemplate the chance of him catching one of those colorful birds when he halted at the sound of footsteps. And voices. Unfamiliar voices. His velvety pointed ears pricked and twitched, alert and turning to the direction where the voices and footsteps were coming from. Pincher was able to pick up the distinctions, two voices - one that sounded like the crunch of a tincan and one of squeaky chalk. His electric blue eyes narrowed and he lowered his muscular form to the ground, the pitch black pelt able to slightly mold into the ground floor that was covered in fallen leaves and low plants. As he prowled closer, he was tempted to draw his switchblade but decided against it, knowing that it could be a chance of a crewmate just possessing a new body. Yet, the tension between muscle and joint remained as he drew closer until he was right in front of them, hidden behind a large elephant ear plant.

"Hate to break it to you but that's pretty much what we are around here." came the low rugged voice of Pincher as he then stepped tenderly from the shelter of the vegetation, his tall lumbering figure now blocking the path where both felines had decided to take their chances on. The ebony obsidian colored canine's lips curled upwards in a sly crocodile grin, revealing jagged shark-like teeth as Pincher cooly tipped his head to the side like an innocent puppy. "This place may look like a tourist hotspot but that doesn't mean everyone that comes in can just walk around. Who are you and what the hell are you doing on Paradis Island?" Pincher's voice turned to one of icy sleet, his ears slowly drawing back as he briefly glanced around, wondering if this was some sort of attack but he doubted that Tanglewood would attack the Typhoon in the rainforest where most knew the territory and it's dangers.