08-02-2018, 01:55 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
goldie had been drawn by paper's quick movements away from her sister's home, his words ringing through her ears. her sister needs help. cleo needs help. she didn't know what had happened, but she would quickly run to fetch some water and then push herself towards cleo, lynn following close behind. water, in most of these situations, was useful, and she absolutely would not stand around useless here. cleo needs help.
the girl ran in, staring at her sister's body from a distance before scanning the situation. a dead boa, her sister trembling and unconscious, eshe sitting to her side. goldie set down her water, lynn landing on her hind. it was clear what had happened as she took in the situation. she had been attacked by one of her snakes - likely the dead boa. she had no idea how to treat this, though. she didn't even know the effects of it.
the girl had died, and then nearly did it again afterward. when she had faced death, she was not scared. she had not even been fully aware it was happening, she just knew she wanted to be with her family. she had just wanted to see them again. but, she was stuck out at sea, unable to move or call out or breathe. goldie had woken up hours later having been struck by lightning underwater, forcing her to move again, adrenaline filling her. she could say goodbye.
when she was dying, she wasn't afraid because she knew it would be okay. everyone would be okay without her in the end. she had a good life and she was grateful for it, even if there were things she had left to do. but, the fact that she was alive now despite it all, she knew she had been given a rare second chance and she needed to use it. she had been given so much. she needed to give back.
the feline didn't know if her sister was dying, though. she just knew she needed to help, somehow. she needed to find a way to be useful. but, she had no idea how to and she felt dread enter her because of it. this was one of the few situations where she truly didn't know what to do. goldie would slowly and shakily approach cleo, attempting to gently touch her body.
she needed to help her sister, somehow. seeing her family in such agony brought her so much guilt and pain. she needed to fix it, even if she didn't know how. "cl-cleo, can you hear me? it's okay, i'm here. help is on the way. just breathe, please." she said softly, her voice reassuring though shaky. this was all she knew to offer for now.
the girl ran in, staring at her sister's body from a distance before scanning the situation. a dead boa, her sister trembling and unconscious, eshe sitting to her side. goldie set down her water, lynn landing on her hind. it was clear what had happened as she took in the situation. she had been attacked by one of her snakes - likely the dead boa. she had no idea how to treat this, though. she didn't even know the effects of it.
the girl had died, and then nearly did it again afterward. when she had faced death, she was not scared. she had not even been fully aware it was happening, she just knew she wanted to be with her family. she had just wanted to see them again. but, she was stuck out at sea, unable to move or call out or breathe. goldie had woken up hours later having been struck by lightning underwater, forcing her to move again, adrenaline filling her. she could say goodbye.
when she was dying, she wasn't afraid because she knew it would be okay. everyone would be okay without her in the end. she had a good life and she was grateful for it, even if there were things she had left to do. but, the fact that she was alive now despite it all, she knew she had been given a rare second chance and she needed to use it. she had been given so much. she needed to give back.
the feline didn't know if her sister was dying, though. she just knew she needed to help, somehow. she needed to find a way to be useful. but, she had no idea how to and she felt dread enter her because of it. this was one of the few situations where she truly didn't know what to do. goldie would slowly and shakily approach cleo, attempting to gently touch her body.
she needed to help her sister, somehow. seeing her family in such agony brought her so much guilt and pain. she needed to fix it, even if she didn't know how. "cl-cleo, can you hear me? it's okay, i'm here. help is on the way. just breathe, please." she said softly, her voice reassuring though shaky. this was all she knew to offer for now.
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.