07-11-2018, 10:10 AM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
goldie was honestly a little surprised so many visitors came to the typhoon still. the island was still quite messy from the tsunami and it wasn't very pleasant to be around; not even for the ocean-loving girl. it smelled overwhelmingly like fish. she wasn't really complaining about the visitors, though. it usually meant more friends for her, which she liked, even if it was tiring. it's important to develop lots of nice, close bonds! having people on your side is good.
her injuries were bothering her quite a bit currently. perhaps because of her activity earlier - she had struggled to run around the territory so she could get most of her collecting done. she didn't feel like spending the whole day doing it. maybe she could relax a little bit if she got it done all at once. but, it hadn't exactly worked out. she got halfway through the activity before tripping hard and dropping all of her stuff.
it hadn't felt good at all. she had just laid there for a little while. so now she was just going back to the old routine of taking it slow, her walk much more struggled and shaky than before. her body, while healing injury-wise, seemed to physically get worse as each day passed by. her refusal to sleep wasn't helping. she was plenty of aware of this, too, but it wasn't important to her. she'd rest when everything was done, whatever that "everything" may be.
the young girl looked at the ground as she stumbled, her basket around her neck. she still needed to grab things she could potentially give to others. but, she wasn't finding much she could take right now. she was actually kind of bored. she didn't like to do one thing all day. the call from a stranger would easily catch her attention, though, and she instantly wobbled over to it, her stance weak.
despite her clear struggle in moving and her exhausted gaze, she gave a genuinely friendly smile. the kitten looked to the wolf curiously, tilting her head at him as she sat a safe distance away. "hiya," she greeted at first, her voice sweet. "what brings you to the typhoon?"
her injuries were bothering her quite a bit currently. perhaps because of her activity earlier - she had struggled to run around the territory so she could get most of her collecting done. she didn't feel like spending the whole day doing it. maybe she could relax a little bit if she got it done all at once. but, it hadn't exactly worked out. she got halfway through the activity before tripping hard and dropping all of her stuff.
it hadn't felt good at all. she had just laid there for a little while. so now she was just going back to the old routine of taking it slow, her walk much more struggled and shaky than before. her body, while healing injury-wise, seemed to physically get worse as each day passed by. her refusal to sleep wasn't helping. she was plenty of aware of this, too, but it wasn't important to her. she'd rest when everything was done, whatever that "everything" may be.
the young girl looked at the ground as she stumbled, her basket around her neck. she still needed to grab things she could potentially give to others. but, she wasn't finding much she could take right now. she was actually kind of bored. she didn't like to do one thing all day. the call from a stranger would easily catch her attention, though, and she instantly wobbled over to it, her stance weak.
despite her clear struggle in moving and her exhausted gaze, she gave a genuinely friendly smile. the kitten looked to the wolf curiously, tilting her head at him as she sat a safe distance away. "hiya," she greeted at first, her voice sweet. "what brings you to the typhoon?"
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.