07-29-2018, 10:18 AM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
today, goldie had a special surprise for everyone. a surprise that she had been working on for a long time. something she was incredibly excited to show off. it was going to be good and it would make others happy! she could give back to her crewmates what they'd given to her and feel proud of herself in the process. it wasn't often she felt proud of herself. but, in this moment, she most certainly did. she had worked her butt off on these.
the young girl had a very large crate. it was quite easily four times her own size and she had to stand on her hind legs just to reach inside. but, that's why she had lynn. she had been teaching the harpy eagle how to fetch, so now she could put it into use. she took it upon herself to push the crate from outside of the submarine all the way to barracuda bay. the girl was tough, so she could do it, but it would be pretty difficult. she'd need to take a couple of breaks in the middle of doing it and would slip on the sand a few times while lynn rode atop of the box.
the crate she shoved was filled with lots of baskets, all labelled with a name. inside each basket was a present or two along with a letter, addressed to each and every crewmate. she had made individual gifts for every single crewmate that lived inside the typhoon. some presents were more personal than others, of course, as she couldn't possibly know what every single crewmate liked just yet. some of them had just joined, after all. but, she tried her best to make something nice for every single person. she hoped they would like it. she spent a lot of time on all of it.
once she reached barracuda bay, she'd sit down, letting herself rest for a moment before quickly turning away. an excited expression was on her tired features as she looked around. her tail twitched back and forth quickly and she held a genuine, bright smile. "oi, i've made presents for everybody! come on over so i can give you yours!" she called, hoping at least most of her crewmates would arrive. she did create something for quite literally everybody, after all.
the young girl had a very large crate. it was quite easily four times her own size and she had to stand on her hind legs just to reach inside. but, that's why she had lynn. she had been teaching the harpy eagle how to fetch, so now she could put it into use. she took it upon herself to push the crate from outside of the submarine all the way to barracuda bay. the girl was tough, so she could do it, but it would be pretty difficult. she'd need to take a couple of breaks in the middle of doing it and would slip on the sand a few times while lynn rode atop of the box.
the crate she shoved was filled with lots of baskets, all labelled with a name. inside each basket was a present or two along with a letter, addressed to each and every crewmate. she had made individual gifts for every single crewmate that lived inside the typhoon. some presents were more personal than others, of course, as she couldn't possibly know what every single crewmate liked just yet. some of them had just joined, after all. but, she tried her best to make something nice for every single person. she hoped they would like it. she spent a lot of time on all of it.
once she reached barracuda bay, she'd sit down, letting herself rest for a moment before quickly turning away. an excited expression was on her tired features as she looked around. her tail twitched back and forth quickly and she held a genuine, bright smile. "oi, i've made presents for everybody! come on over so i can give you yours!" she called, hoping at least most of her crewmates would arrive. she did create something for quite literally everybody, after all.
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.