It's a meeting and also time to meet the pups, but I couldn't think of a title.
08-21-2022, 06:44 PM
Sure enough, a new brood of pirate babies had spawned. The tiny beanbag looking things that were writhing on the beach with that big fight a little while back had now become more recognizable as puppies. Curious, Rexx followed after Deluge, pausing once in a while to bend down and rub his sore tusks on the tops of his burly forelegs. Damn, his jaw hurt. His tusks were itching and every time he tried to chew a stick or a strip of bark his tusks kept splintering them. So, he had to just push through the discomfort with a cocky grin and a wag of his nub tail. What was the saying, no pain no gain? Or something like that, Rexx didn’t really care for learning such phrases. He arrived after his larger sister to a sight he couldn’t help but snort at, just a little. The little guys - though were they any bigger than them? - were all tangled up on leashes, tied together so they wouldn’t escape. Leave it to the Pirate King herself to create such a contraption for her kids. His expression lit up amusement as he approached them, watching them like one would watch those little ants in the plastic ant farm displays. He did, however, show some interest in the gingerbread-pelted boy with the long brown horns, eyeing him with a titl of his head. Yeah, that one had to be his play buddy if he had anything to say about it. Like his dad, Rexx could be a bully if he wanted to - but he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut and stick with his sister and mother. Not that anyone needed reminding, but if anyone needed to be on aleash, it was probsbly Rexx himself. He was trouble personified, plain and simple.
