07-24-2018, 09:51 AM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
goldie, quite frankly, was angry at snowbound for dropping them. she didn't often feel a desire to fight, but this act was disrespectful to herself, her family, and her home. they worked their butts off for snowbound and got nothing in return, it seemed. not that she used to care so much about that - she was willing to be generous to friends. but, they were no longer friends, and she was left feeling used.
of course, it wouldn't make much sense for them to launch an attack on snowbound right now, either. while they had mostly recovered from the tsunami by now, they were still at a weakened state. they both knew each other's territories well. snowbound had an advantage at the moment. this worried her slightly, but she figured the group would not be so rude to attack them. atbash didn't seem the type.
before, the young, injured girl would be very happy to scent snowbound nearby, but now she only feels hostility. goldie cautiously approached, coughing a couple of times as she stood behind luca, her striking green eyes narrowed. "snowbound isn't welcome here." she warned in a cold tone in addition to luca's question.
of course, it wouldn't make much sense for them to launch an attack on snowbound right now, either. while they had mostly recovered from the tsunami by now, they were still at a weakened state. they both knew each other's territories well. snowbound had an advantage at the moment. this worried her slightly, but she figured the group would not be so rude to attack them. atbash didn't seem the type.
before, the young, injured girl would be very happy to scent snowbound nearby, but now she only feels hostility. goldie cautiously approached, coughing a couple of times as she stood behind luca, her striking green eyes narrowed. "snowbound isn't welcome here." she warned in a cold tone in addition to luca's question.
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.