GOLDENLUXURY ROUX
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The female is no stranger to death. She's viewed it more times in her young life than most, succumbing to it twice, threatened of it several more times than that. Nearly always every few months she was guaranteed to be caught in some situation where she may be oh so close to death. But, it has been eight months, almost a year, since she has been threatened - genuinely threatened with it again. It had happened so often last year, it is miraculous to think of how long it has been now. What is the difference? Perhaps she is stronger now. More confident. Less likely to make the same mistakes she had as a child, or, at least, not to the extent she had then. She is less open to the world, though still almost equally as accessible. She is no longer just the captain's daughter - she is the captain, and killing the pirate captain could lead to a lot more trouble than preferred. She cannot deny all of these factors. Mostly, though, she would like to think she is stronger. Not just physically, but on every single sense. So, how could this happen to her now? How could she possibly be found in such a state?

Perhaps the largest factor to be considered would be the fact that Goldenluxury Roux has made her presence on the world's lips, leaving them all to judge her how they see fit. She is not ignorant to this fact. She has many friends, solely because they have heard her name and who she is, as well as many enemies. Though, many of those enemies...they resided in a place that would soon learn to better themselves or die by her will. Still, that does not mean she is safe. Far from it, in fact. She is one of the largest targets in this war - it was only a matter of time before something like this would happen. The Tanglewood leader had brought her corpse's head, it was just a waiting game to see when someone would attempt to force her current on a spike.

Clearly, that fateful moment came now, as the female walked along the railroad tracks towards mainland, a gift basket in her jaws as she intends to venture towards their ally. This is when Goldie feels a force suddenly swoop in behind her, shoving her head downward into the sea next to her, dropping her gifts and submerging her face, talons digging into her head. In her surprise, she releases sparks of electricity, the charges spreading easily through the water, exploding out of it as it travels. She feels the grip loosen ever so slightly, just enough for her to spread her wings and push to shove whatever had happened atop her off. She faces her aggressor, coughing and spitting out water, to see a king vulture flapping its large wings in front of her. "You got my gifts wet." And it is now she has to fight a bird the size of a large dog that reeks of the Pitt, the sharp talons managing several hits onto her, one in particular reaching her neck, leaving a notable scratch and an annoyed captain as blood quickly escapes it. It would not take long for her to slam the bird away with sparking claws.

She has a decision to make. Would it be easier, faster to go towards their swampy allies, or to her home?

Ultimately, it results in the island, reds escaping her body and blending into the clear waters below her. It was high tide and her sage is afraid of water. She needs to get to the beach before she passes out.

But, it takes so long. It is still three miles, whether it is closer to her than Tanglewood or not. Why'd she have to go and let them fucking slice her neck? That takes too much energy. What inconvenient timing.

The tigress feels for something - anything to grab. The gate is within sight, but she's losing energy fast. She wasn't going to die this fucking close to her crew, and certainly not before she could kick those Pittian assholes. Eventually she stumbles atop a shell. Her claws dig into it and push forward to chuck it towards the gate, electricity sparking from her paws and causing it to launch even faster, clanging into the bells with a buzzing, sharp ring. She continues to attempt to lumber towards her home, her island, gritting her teeth defiantly, though feels her eyelids shutting and opening over and over, growing heavier by the second. Her white neck fur stained with red blood, mixing into the salty waters around her. She can't even yell out in frustration. The captain spits out a mix of water and blood, her body finally collapsing and not getting up again, her glowing icy eyes staring out to the island still many feet from her. Her vision dips in and out, world spinning all around her. "Damn-!" she croaks, coughing out more blood. Her head becomes too heavy to hold anymore and her eyes wince out to the fading world around her.

She has never feared death, but fuck if it was inconvenient.

//injuries include some torn feathers from her wings, scratches along her head and back, and a gaping wound in her neck.