06-24-2018, 03:36 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
she just wanted to be alone.
she had just wanted some alone time, but her attempt to wander off alone in the jungle had gone south. everything was going okay, until suddenly it wasn’t. but, she couldn’t really remember that. by the time she woke up, it was afternoon. she felt confused. she was confused on how she got here. she felt confused on why she’d fallen asleep here. she felt confused on why everything hurt so bad. she could only remember wandering off, and then it got blurry. even before that it was a little hard to remember. ugh. the girl got up slowly, her stance wobbly. she noticed there was dried blood in the spot she was laying. she slowly came to the conclusion she had been injured from...something. something.
she looked around quietly, trying to make sense of her surroundings. she was in the jungle, obviously. where in the jungle? she wasn’t sure. there wasn’t anything notable nearby. she looked upward towards the sky, but immediately regretted it. it was so bright. it hurt her eyes, and her head. she winced in pain and shakily began moving forward, figuring that was the easiest option. she was able to make out more bright light that direction and figured it might be the beach. her movements were clumsy and clearly pained. she tried to remember what she knew, but it was hard. her head strained to grasp onto any memories at all.
her name is goldenluxury roux, but everybody called her goldie. her brother’s name is coldblue. her mama is...who was she? she’s...she’s guru. that’s her name. she hasn’t been around in a long time. her papa is pincher roux. that one was easy to remember. he’s the captain. and the most important person in her life. but, something happened to him. what happened to him? she couldn’t recall. but, upon thinking of her brother and papa, she immediately felt a desire to be with them. where were they? perhaps if she looked for them, she’d remember what happened to papa. maybe papa would be at his submarine…
she stumbled out onto the beach, the light nearly blinding her. her head hurt really bad. it was almost unbearable. she lowered her gaze and winced, hobbling in the direction of the submarine. but, as she started to walk towards it, she felt something. it felt...sad. it felt really, really sad. she stopped, her legs struggling to hold her up. it hurt. she wanted her papa. but, he wouldn’t come. he couldn’t. something had happened to him. what was it? she knows she knew it, but she couldn’t figure it out. she sat down, her aching body tense. she wanted her papa very badly right now. but, he’s...something happened. she knows. she knows what happened. he’s...
"papa is dead." her words were quiet and gentle. they shook ferociously as they fell out of her mouth. papa is dead. she wanted to cry, but she wouldn’t. the tears wouldn’t fall.
her name is goldenluxury roux, but everybody called her goldie. her brother’s name is coldblue, and normally he would keep to himself, but lately he followed her everywhere. she was glad to have him around. their mama left them a long time ago. and their papa is dead. their papa was the captain, and the most important person in her life. but, he died. he bled out by himself as she slept next to him. she wanted him back. a world without him is...terrifying. it is unbearable. she wanted it all to go away. everything hurt. it hurt so bad.
she needs help. "please help!" she called, getting up but nearly stumbling over herself almost immediately. she closed her eyes, hoping some of the pain would go away. the overwhelming light would at least disappear. she lowered her head, holding it with one of her paws. she knew a couple herbs to help make her feel better, but her head hurt so bad she couldn’t bring herself to move. it was hard to think.
she didn’t want to be alone anymore.
//injuries - injured head (brain damage), scratched face, scratched shoulders. her wounds have all stopped bleeding, but her fur is stained with dried blood
she had just wanted some alone time, but her attempt to wander off alone in the jungle had gone south. everything was going okay, until suddenly it wasn’t. but, she couldn’t really remember that. by the time she woke up, it was afternoon. she felt confused. she was confused on how she got here. she felt confused on why she’d fallen asleep here. she felt confused on why everything hurt so bad. she could only remember wandering off, and then it got blurry. even before that it was a little hard to remember. ugh. the girl got up slowly, her stance wobbly. she noticed there was dried blood in the spot she was laying. she slowly came to the conclusion she had been injured from...something. something.
she looked around quietly, trying to make sense of her surroundings. she was in the jungle, obviously. where in the jungle? she wasn’t sure. there wasn’t anything notable nearby. she looked upward towards the sky, but immediately regretted it. it was so bright. it hurt her eyes, and her head. she winced in pain and shakily began moving forward, figuring that was the easiest option. she was able to make out more bright light that direction and figured it might be the beach. her movements were clumsy and clearly pained. she tried to remember what she knew, but it was hard. her head strained to grasp onto any memories at all.
her name is goldenluxury roux, but everybody called her goldie. her brother’s name is coldblue. her mama is...who was she? she’s...she’s guru. that’s her name. she hasn’t been around in a long time. her papa is pincher roux. that one was easy to remember. he’s the captain. and the most important person in her life. but, something happened to him. what happened to him? she couldn’t recall. but, upon thinking of her brother and papa, she immediately felt a desire to be with them. where were they? perhaps if she looked for them, she’d remember what happened to papa. maybe papa would be at his submarine…
she stumbled out onto the beach, the light nearly blinding her. her head hurt really bad. it was almost unbearable. she lowered her gaze and winced, hobbling in the direction of the submarine. but, as she started to walk towards it, she felt something. it felt...sad. it felt really, really sad. she stopped, her legs struggling to hold her up. it hurt. she wanted her papa. but, he wouldn’t come. he couldn’t. something had happened to him. what was it? she knows she knew it, but she couldn’t figure it out. she sat down, her aching body tense. she wanted her papa very badly right now. but, he’s...something happened. she knows. she knows what happened. he’s...
"papa is dead." her words were quiet and gentle. they shook ferociously as they fell out of her mouth. papa is dead. she wanted to cry, but she wouldn’t. the tears wouldn’t fall.
her name is goldenluxury roux, but everybody called her goldie. her brother’s name is coldblue, and normally he would keep to himself, but lately he followed her everywhere. she was glad to have him around. their mama left them a long time ago. and their papa is dead. their papa was the captain, and the most important person in her life. but, he died. he bled out by himself as she slept next to him. she wanted him back. a world without him is...terrifying. it is unbearable. she wanted it all to go away. everything hurt. it hurt so bad.
she needs help. "please help!" she called, getting up but nearly stumbling over herself almost immediately. she closed her eyes, hoping some of the pain would go away. the overwhelming light would at least disappear. she lowered her head, holding it with one of her paws. she knew a couple herbs to help make her feel better, but her head hurt so bad she couldn’t bring herself to move. it was hard to think.
she didn’t want to be alone anymore.
//injuries - injured head (brain damage), scratched face, scratched shoulders. her wounds have all stopped bleeding, but her fur is stained with dried blood
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.