07-21-2018, 02:53 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
//goldie'll get one!
goldie, being young herself, did not really know a whole lot about raising others. she knew how to help care for others and make them feel nice or heal them if they were sick or injured, but raising life was something she had no experience in. she had many creatures others might consider "pets", but she personally did not believe were. she just thought they were friends, because while they were trained and friendly towards her, they were still free and roamed around the world on their own.
the sick girl had been sleeping a lot more lately, and there was certainly an improvement, though she was still coughing, sneezing, and shivering. her body was certainly happier with her, though. her eyes were no longer so tired and her stomach that had been decreasing so much in size was now at a healthy weight. she had been trapped in the submarine the past few days, which meant she could not properly move more than a couple feet. that was doing wonders for her injuries that had only gotten worse over the past month.
however, as much as she was improving physically, she felt quite poor emotionally. she hated to sit around doing nothing all day when she knew there was work to be done. she hated missing things. and most of all, she hated sleeping. it felt so nice, but it was a trap. it trapped her to be unproductive and miss things. it tricked her into feeling nice only to wake up and realize bad things were happening because she was asleep and didn't help while there was still time.
but, since she was improving significantly, she thought it would be okay to walk around a little bit. not a lot, because she didn't want to make anyone upset at her, but enough that she could at least leave the submarine for a little bit. she would ease her way into it - it'd be fine. today was her first attempt at easing into it. she sniffled, squinting as she adjusted to being out in the sun again. some fresh air would be good for her, anyway.
the young girl's steps were clearly easier as she moved towards the growing group. she was wearing a little scarf to help her fever. she eyed the crocodiles curiously, blinking at them. wow, roxanne had so many now. "w-wow," she'd say softly, voice still a little strained. she lied down in front of one, sniffing at it from a small distance.
goldie, being young herself, did not really know a whole lot about raising others. she knew how to help care for others and make them feel nice or heal them if they were sick or injured, but raising life was something she had no experience in. she had many creatures others might consider "pets", but she personally did not believe were. she just thought they were friends, because while they were trained and friendly towards her, they were still free and roamed around the world on their own.
the sick girl had been sleeping a lot more lately, and there was certainly an improvement, though she was still coughing, sneezing, and shivering. her body was certainly happier with her, though. her eyes were no longer so tired and her stomach that had been decreasing so much in size was now at a healthy weight. she had been trapped in the submarine the past few days, which meant she could not properly move more than a couple feet. that was doing wonders for her injuries that had only gotten worse over the past month.
however, as much as she was improving physically, she felt quite poor emotionally. she hated to sit around doing nothing all day when she knew there was work to be done. she hated missing things. and most of all, she hated sleeping. it felt so nice, but it was a trap. it trapped her to be unproductive and miss things. it tricked her into feeling nice only to wake up and realize bad things were happening because she was asleep and didn't help while there was still time.
but, since she was improving significantly, she thought it would be okay to walk around a little bit. not a lot, because she didn't want to make anyone upset at her, but enough that she could at least leave the submarine for a little bit. she would ease her way into it - it'd be fine. today was her first attempt at easing into it. she sniffled, squinting as she adjusted to being out in the sun again. some fresh air would be good for her, anyway.
the young girl's steps were clearly easier as she moved towards the growing group. she was wearing a little scarf to help her fever. she eyed the crocodiles curiously, blinking at them. wow, roxanne had so many now. "w-wow," she'd say softly, voice still a little strained. she lied down in front of one, sniffing at it from a small distance.
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.