03-04-2021, 01:49 AM
CAPTAIN MORRISON
A cackle echoed from the back of his throat. His tail slapped harshly onto the floor and his head turned towards her. A sneer lined his maw. "I'm surprised I do too," he replied back. The wolf had considered ditching her to sulk on her own, after all. If it wouldn't nag at his psyche afterwards, maybe he would have. "Usually I'm not all about that 'mushy gushy' bullshit, mate, but you-" Morrison's claw pointed at her chest. "-look like you need a drink." He could use one too... but this god damn The Typhoon's tavern had the cheapest shit. Drinking piss seems more delectable.
Pointed ears pressed against the back of his head. His head tilted. A soft, disgruntled hum left him. She was laughing. Golden eyes turned back to the beheaded lion on the gate, tracing it's silhouette. Her father, eh? Morrison knew nothing about The Typhoon besides his family and their name, nor Sojourn's gripe about them. "Let me guess, dead cunt did something wrong and got the 'ol boot," came his blunt tone. Truthfully, he wanted to know more. If she was to speak about Stryker's, the canine would have no qualms. There would be no issue if Sojourn took the head either. He was not a snitch.
"Could say the same for yourself, miss," Morrison answered back. He wasn't one for skipping the formalities though, so he continued with a confident smile. "M'name is Morrison, captain of the seas." A wanderer with no true home. "Visiting family here and there across the area, but settled here for the time being." He wasn't going to call this place 'home' anytime soon though. The Typhoon had a nice environment, but seeing a head on a pike wasn't exactly the best first impression. "Now, who are ya?" It was only fair for her to share after he did. Sharing is caring.
Pointed ears pressed against the back of his head. His head tilted. A soft, disgruntled hum left him. She was laughing. Golden eyes turned back to the beheaded lion on the gate, tracing it's silhouette. Her father, eh? Morrison knew nothing about The Typhoon besides his family and their name, nor Sojourn's gripe about them. "Let me guess, dead cunt did something wrong and got the 'ol boot," came his blunt tone. Truthfully, he wanted to know more. If she was to speak about Stryker's, the canine would have no qualms. There would be no issue if Sojourn took the head either. He was not a snitch.
"Could say the same for yourself, miss," Morrison answered back. He wasn't one for skipping the formalities though, so he continued with a confident smile. "M'name is Morrison, captain of the seas." A wanderer with no true home. "Visiting family here and there across the area, but settled here for the time being." He wasn't going to call this place 'home' anytime soon though. The Typhoon had a nice environment, but seeing a head on a pike wasn't exactly the best first impression. "Now, who are ya?" It was only fair for her to share after he did. Sharing is caring.
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CAPTAIN ⚓︎ MORRISON
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