to be alone / rosebloods

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]with his group finally settled into their new home, with plenty of food and other supplies thanks to the typhoon, prestige could finally take the time to make the journey to the island. he felt bad for not having visited the pirates since establishing their alliance, and he knew well that pincher did not take kindly to those who did not keep their promises. the pharaoh did not want a war between them, not over something that could have been helped. he only hoped that the jaguar would forgive him for having not been able to come. he would make a better effort to keep his end of the deal from now.

prestige came to pause upon reaching the railroad gate, slowly dipping his head down to set his basket of gifts in the sand. within the woven basket, desert fruits sat inside with ancient trinkets from a dead civilization, found within the ruins that they now lived in. jewels and dusty golden coins jingled in a small pouch, and perhaps the most gruesome gift, the severed head of a massive serpent; one that had been slain during a member's visit into their territory's wastes. he thought it a bit strange to be giving as a gift, but perhaps one of the typhooners would enjoy it as some sort of... decoration. with a twitching tail, pres lifted a paw and gave the bell a ring, patiently seating himself down and awaiting the arrival of a typhoon member.