07-30-2018, 04:59 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
voices popped up as she walked around the territory with lynn, the harpy eagle riding on her head. he made it even harder to balance, but she let him do it anyway. the young girl slowly drew near, listening to the words curiously. she only quickened her pace at the sound of her papa's voice, stumbling over with tired eyes. she didn't want to be away from him for too long. lynn jumped off of her as she began to stumble some more, hopping behind her now instead.
she brushed up against her papa gently, nodding to connor and lucifer before fully turning her gaze to the strangers. they were simply offering resources? that was kind of them. she glanced to her papa before responding to the leader of the pitt herself. "well, the resources are appreciated either way. thank ya very much." she'd say with a nod, sniffling slightly. her flu was basically gone, but she still coughed and sneezed a bit. "you're offerin' services to anybody? like, other groups, too?" that could be problematic if they were.
she brushed up against her papa gently, nodding to connor and lucifer before fully turning her gaze to the strangers. they were simply offering resources? that was kind of them. she glanced to her papa before responding to the leader of the pitt herself. "well, the resources are appreciated either way. thank ya very much." she'd say with a nod, sniffling slightly. her flu was basically gone, but she still coughed and sneezed a bit. "you're offerin' services to anybody? like, other groups, too?" that could be problematic if they were.
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.