WE DON'T TAKE NO PRISONERS // open, joining

Family was something one could never really escape from though Pincher supposed some could become distant, scattered, and broken. That was what the Roux family was like or had been in the beginning. His family had been broken torn apart by his mother and father's spite. In his father's side, they were the Dalcas but Pincher had decided not to take that name but instead his mother's name. Dalcas were more horrifying than the Rouxes, full of killers and monsters with twisted minds and hearts. They disregarded care for their family relationships and Pincher knew that they were unstable so he had dropped them, hiding that side of his family and allowing the Rouxes to be replace it. It was odd that he took his mother's maiden name but he had wanted to carry it in her honor though he had no recollection of her. He didn't even know what she looked like or had been like. Maybe she had been a bad mother. Who knew.

The long limbed canine was stepping out of the jungle near the gate entrance, jaws clamped around a handle of a basket filled with rich tropical berries. He had been picking them to give them to Goldie, wanting to pamper her while she was healing. Just as he was about to head out, a scent and a voice caused the lithe male to halt on his tracks and turn his attention towards the source of the voice. A stranger. One made of ivory fur and it caused him to blink as she stuck out like a sore thumb as the Captain decided to meet her with his cool arctic blue eyes locking onto her gaze as he halted in front of her. "Hey. Why ya looking for angry lemon? If you're here to join just to cause trouble for Caesar, I'd suggest not to unless you want to be sharkbait." He answered flatly, his low rumbling voice holding a slight warning tone before he decided to set down the basket softly on the ground before adding "Name's Pincher. I'm the Captain here."

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