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It was abnormal to go even one day without the captain, her presence making its way all over at least once throughout each and every single day. Two days. Three days. Four days. Well, had Goldenluxury even continued breathing at all? Was she in a coma? Dead? Stolen away?

Bleeding out was a bitch; took too much energy.

The tigress' neck was wrapped in bandages, the red from the gash still poking out between the gaps against her soft, white fur. Her eyes are winced, teeth gritting together. Damn, her head hurts. The female is not so sure of how many days she has been unconscious now, if any at all, but the air tastes saltier than usual, and her body just wanted to lay down. It was unlikely she was supposed to exit just yet, to be honest. Nonetheless, when she woke up, she would take only a few moments before forcing herself upward and leaving the temple, figuring what the Hell had gone on in the meantime. She had shit to do. Being absent due to an injury slowing her down had never been much of an option before, and it certainly wasn't now. She could breathe (though, roughly), she was fine.

So, the pirate captain would stumble out of the jungle temple, fumbling out of the forest not-so-gracefully, and winding up on the beach, the sun much too bright for her liking. She looks around silently, stance wobbly before she finally gives in and allows herself to lay down for a moment, deciding what she should...oh. She was dehydrated, wasn't she? The tigress pushes herself up, shoving into a palm tree, shaking it to make a coconut fall. Though, it was certainly taking much more effort than usual, frustrated huffs emerging from her until she finally received a small one on the ground. She slams it against the tree a few times, growing a bit dizzy from the movement, but ultimately resulting in it cracking open and giving her something to drink - coconut water.

Life's too short to waste time laying around. She's been hurt worse before.

Aldo didn't know most of these faces. The larger golden creature looked ragged and ravenous to them, and Aldo decided to keep their distance. Whatever they shook off the tree smelled good, but they were too weary of the creature to attempt to ak. Aldo put himself behind the mutated feline that had pushed them towards someone when they washed up on the shore.

Their eyes settled onto the largest one there, and Aldo tilted their head. They imagined the creature leaning over and picking them up. Aldo didn't like it. They felt like it was a larger danger to them than the golden fellow. An uncomfortable hum escaped their throat, as their paws paced and tapped, thinking the situation over. Their eyes turned back to the golden creature, noticing the bandages and the red, and tilting their head the other way, eyes narrowed in thought.

idyllfields

stars did fall

it had been a strange experience to use skills from a mentor... on that mentor. when idyll had goldie in the temple they could only feel their paws and whiskers tremble as they thought out every decision over before acting on it. the coyote had done the best of their abilities, though, and with no complaint from the captain aside from general remarks about pain.

"miss goldie, on a scale of one to-"

"i'm bleedin' out. from th' neck"

"oh, right. yes."

cleaning up the blood from her fur and ensuring everything as pristine and clear of infection had exhausted the sage and eventually they had gone out cold. were they surprised to see her gone when they awoke? unfortunately so. they were too naïve to think she would follow her own apprentice's orders that she taught.

with a heavy sigh they followed her scent and the deep trudge-marks of dragging paws through the jungle until finally coming to see her crush open a coconut. "you must be the worst patient i've had thus far." they teased, glancing to the others.

"suvi! thank you for finding miss godlie when you did. i appreciate your help, i didn;t get the chance to thank you before."

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Oh Gods, how long was she unconscious?

Being greeted with two new faces was both a welcoming sight, as well as a bit overwhelming, especially since both very clearly made their presences known. She sets down her drink, wincing as the others acted out in front of her, bringing up some conversation over her methods of grabbing coconut juice. She glances silently towards the tree, then back to the two strangers in front of her. "I was dehydrated." She would state simply at first, voice strained and cracking. This was not an ideal state to be meeting Goldenluxury Roux in - normally she would not seem so pathetically frail. Thinking of words to say is difficult for once, and she sort of just wants to go into her room in the submarine and hide away for the day - write down notes and plans to remain productive. At least that'd keep her from having to speak out with her damaged throat. Maybe she could slip away right now, while their minds were stuck on coconuts.

The captain is a little too popular for her own good, unfortunately. (That is, after all, what had gotten her this injury in the first place. Stories mean friends and enemies alike judge you without even meeting you.)

At the very least, this face is familiar, and brings a certain softness out of even her weary, confused, injured state. The female huffs silently, feathered ear tips now pointed towards Suvi. "Jus' peachy." She'd croak out jokingly, flashing a weak smile. And then another catches her attention. Dammit, what the fuck? She brings up a paw to rub the side of her face as her apprentice comes into view. Scolding hitting her causes her head to instinctively tilt backwards slightly, but she immediately winces and grits her teeth from the movement, letting out a cough. "How many days?" Goldie would mutter towards Idyll, the tips of her mouth twitching. Finally, an ever familiar figure behind her, offering a familiar service - one she had taken up in the past. "Is' not that bad." She'd mumble in response, sighing silently. The biggest part was the fact she had bled so much. It was so fucking inconvenient. She could walk, her body was just drained (literally).

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Another one! What the fuck! The female's dizzy gaze falls onto Dovedeparture, blinking towards the female silently. "Don' do that." She quickly responds to her offer to hold onto any of her pain, shaking her head. The tigress didn't even know that was a thing people could do, but it sounds inconvenient for anyone who decided to do it. Besides, the pain wasn't the important part for her. It was the lack of energy - blood loss seeped her away and made everything harder than it needed to be. "Had, like, 10 times worse before." It was partially a joke, though it certainly wasn't an exaggeration, given she'd been both struck directly by lightning and her spine had literally nearly been split in half. This was nothing compared to that sort of shit.

The female would wobble ever so slightly, letting out a small cough as she attempts to collect herself and at least figure out what these strangers' names were. What an embarrassing introduction for their captain. "New folks wanna introduce ya-selves? 'm Goldenluxury Roux."