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MAYBE THEN YOU'LL FEEL SOME CONTROL - bubblegum - 01-24-2021
DEAR FRIEND as you know, your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away. but the clouds are clearing up and i've come reveling, burning incandescently, like a bastard on the burning sea.
It'd been a nice day so far for the tigress, spending it on the beach with her companion. They'd taken some leisure time simply to build sandcastles together, an activity the female found herself enjoying quite a bit. While she wished to make something more intricate, this sort of activity was something she hadn't done in a long time, even without the memory loss, and she was okay with taking it a bit slower. Either way, it was fun, and she appreciated any time she could have with Sophiea, especially after...recent developments. As the feline stated she needed to go to back to her beach house to grab a few things, the female would nod, confirming she'd stay close by their creations in the sand as she'd wait for the other, mentioning she'd likely wander a bit closer to the shore, but still not far. And with that, the former captain was left by herself, and would be for several moments as the other took the walk away. She would do as she said, lifting her body from the sandcastles and stepping quietly a bit closer to the waves, looking out to them, humming lightly to herself. [member=2040]ninazu[/member] [member=16079]S. PENDRAGON[/member] *short but it's a starter it's fiiiiiine Re: MAYBE THEN YOU'LL FEEL SOME CONTROL - ninazu - 01-30-2021
Ninazu stalked through the jungle foliage, her tropical colors blending into the green foliage far better than the mountains and snow. Yes, even in this snow leopard body, she longed for territory similar to the Condemned’s original biome, and it showed in her coloration. As she to prowled in Typhoon’s sweltering jungle, her thick pelt burned and prickled under her skin. She sloughed off her skin, ripping it off the muscle in great bloody chunks, and left the skin buried beneath a koa tree. The exposed skeleton and muscle contorted, lengthening and strengthening, until the Utahraptor was ready to continue her hunt. Fuck the Typhoon—fuck Goldie, the pirate princess, and Roxanne, the pirate bitch, in particular. Stryker would still be alive, the Coalition would still be thriving and sprawled over the entire landmass, if it weren’t for these two and their crew. But it was Goldie who’d fought Stryker in the final battle, the one directly responsible for his death and the Coalition’s downfall. So Ninazu did what anyone who’d lost a partner would do: she sought closure. And revenge. The cosmos rippled in her feathers, green and yellow twinkling in iridescent flashes. The Kingpin followed the scent trail to the beach, knowing it was almost time, knowing the one to blame was close. Her claws scored gashes in the damp earth; she was too close now, far enough away from the rest, that it didn’t matter how well she disguised her presence. There would be screams soon enough. When she claimed her revenge and tasted the pirate princess’s blood. Explosively, she burst out of the undergrowth at the treeline’s edge, racing towards the tigress. The hot sand tickled her scales, kicked up in dusty clouds, as she advanced with green fire in her breath. She jumped, attempting to slam her clawed foot into the tigress’s upper back, and hissed black smoke through her nostrils. [b]“Should’ve let you bleed out in the Tanglewoods,” Ninazu snarled. Her claws, if successful at digging into the former captain, would squeeze tight. [b]“This time, there’s no one to beg for your life.” Re: MAYBE THEN YOU'LL FEEL SOME CONTROL - bubblegum - 01-31-2021
DEAR FRIEND as you know, your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away. but the clouds are clearing up and i've come reveling, burning incandescently, like a bastard on the burning sea.
If she'd any knowledge over the whole story of what'd happened, between her, Ninazu, Stryker, the Pitt, and the Coalition, she would not feel any remorse for what resulted. She would feel sorry, that she could not be the same, could not be as courageous, as powerful, as before, that she could not remember the spark that lit her through her leadership. But, there would only be calls of victory, celebration, for the death of Stryker. There would be a grand relief, that it was over with, seemingly once and for all. No longer would he hurt others, and the example of him, and anyone like him would be made. Though, too, there would be a grand fear, had she known the exact details of it all. Terrified, knowing that there were still others out there. Afraid, knowing that she may still be targeted, that her family may still be, that they were not safe regardless. Traumatized from the events that'd unfolded, sitting in their own quiet, disgusting deaths in the bunker. No matter if she'd received that final blow in the end or not, it was undoubtable that she would be changed forever. Only now she cannot even be given the chance to revel in her victory, only watch the silent grief of her crewmates, their awkward attempts as they grew more accepting, her overwhelmingly confusing, expansive, and public history that no one could quite get out to her. But, no matter what, it would always creep up back to her. And that could not be escaped, even if she couldn't remember it. There were simply too many loose ends and too many cut strings to fully fix. The first thing she'd notice would be the smell, something foreign and unrecognized. Only a feeling, almost, something telling her she should perhaps be alert. That perhaps, just maybe, she should get up and run. Her head turns from the ocean, but not fast enough in time for her to realize what was coming after her. She feels her body shoved down into the sand, letting out a cry in surprise from the momentum. Her ears ring for a moment as she recovers from the feeling slowly, trying her best to hear the hateful voice snarl out to her. "Who-" she'd struggle out, pausing for a moment. Her head is beginning to spiral, a noise filling in, making it hard to process her thoughts. "Who are you?" she's able to manage, finally, after a moment. Perhaps the question may come off as odd, or even foolish at first, but it was of genuine confusion. Unfortunately, even if she would be given the answer, it wouldn't really clear any confusion in her head. "What...are you talkin' 'bout?" Perhaps she was asking too many questions, such casual, almost trusting ones too, but she didn't have the capacity to truly understand what was happening, the weight of the situation. All she knew was she could feel the claws dig into her fur, and her head was beginning to pulsate. If Ninazu had seen the exact blow that she'd gone through, maybe it would click what exactly had happened in the end to their dear pirate princess. This was not the Goldenluxury Roux that'd stood up against them, that'd killed the snake she called her partner - not quite, at least. She closes her widened eyes for a moment, grimacing in the pain and overwhelming feelings filling her skull. The tigress is tense, clearly incapable of offering any sort of attempts to protect herself at the moment. Aside, from one small thing, it was all she had, and it was involuntary. The sparks from her head, electricity shooting out from around her scalp, potentially hitting Ninazu. Though the actual sparks, if any did hit, wouldn't do much more than perhaps a minor burn, slight sting. Ironic were her words, however. She was not unguarded, simply left alone for a few moments. She would be found once more. Re: MAYBE THEN YOU'LL FEEL SOME CONTROL - S. PENDRAGON - 01-31-2021 "I'll be right back." She could recall saying those words to Goldenluxury as she offered the tigress a smile and went back to her home to get a few things to make their sandcastles appear a bit more appealing than what they currently had. Sophiea knew that she had a few gemstones within her satchel, once she entered her home did the British woman began to search for it only to find it on her couch as a smile slipped onto her face reaching out with a paw. Her smile faltered as the smell of something burning brushed against her maw, it made the fur on her spine begin to rise as her ears lifted up and swiveled around to make out the voice of someone... Someone familiar. It made her blood run cold for a moment as she stood there feeling uneasy with paw still outstretched for her satchel yet she whipped around immediately feeling her heart racing within her chest from sudden fear that would pulsate through her body "Goldie." She hissed through her teeth as she ran forward grabbing the quiver that held all of her arrows, the Pendragon leaping out of the door with what little of wings she had left because of the snake that was once alive. Sophiea Pendragon calculated her moves, she planned, and never ran head first into danger... Yet here she was running as fast as her legs would let her back to where she had left Goldenluxury Roux. Her pupils narrowing into dangerous slits, each step powerful enough that it sent sand flying behind her, and her telekinesis began to get to work as the arrows slipped from the quiver only to float in the air as she ran. Anger fueled her as she dropped the quiver already having most of her arrows in the air, she would yowl with her lips peeled back into a snarl "Oi, you devil woman. You leave her-" She skidded to a halt spreading out her wings propelling the arrows forward with a powerful gust of wind "ALONE!" The arrows flew forward with the intention of hitting Ninazu and only the raptor alone though she was certain a few would miss their target, if her first attack succeeded. Sophiea launched herself forward with gritted teeth aiming to claw the raptors face and a single arrow in her maw before she attempted to stab the Kingpin in the cheek with it. The Pendragon didn't stop her ruthless attacks that were fueled by anger, she spread her wings out aiming to use a powerful gust of wind to send the raptor toppling over away from Goldie. If that managed to work, Sophiea landed in the sand with her cold gaze locked onto the intruder, the British woman was already feeling lightheaded from using her abilities so much. It got to the point where blood dripped from her nose but she was determined, Sophiea took a slow step forward "Leave." She growled in a frigid voice as venom dripped from her words, her fur rising up in a hostile manner. Another step forward. The winged felines ears pressing flat against her skull not bothering to let Ninazu try and respond back using her air elementals, Sophiea aimed to make the air thin around Ninazu and make it difficult for her to breathe before using a paw to fling sand at the dinosaur in an attempt to briefly blind her. More blood dripped from her nose yet she pushed herself for one last attack. Sophiea would stop Ninazu from having her revenge, she did not care if Stryker was dead nor if the snake's mate decided to follow the same path as the fallen serpent. The heiress of a fallen kingdom ran once more towards the dinosaur, her movements quick and agile as she did so. With her telekinesis, she brought one of her arrows forth until it was clamped in her jaws and she leapt forward in her final attack on the once extinct reptile. Sophiea aimed to sink the arrow into Ninazu's chest not close enough to hit the delicate beating organ but as a warning had the British woman manage to pull it off did she pull roughly at the arrow in another attempt to tear at the flesh of the scaled beast. She winced at the smell and taste of blood dripping in her maw as her nose bled a bit more. She did not stay close for long as she moved away slowly with a hiss, her next words bold. A threat. A promise. "Leave or I'll kill you." |