08-03-2018, 11:46 AM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
goldie walked along the shore, allowing herself to relax slightly for this moment. she looked out along the waters, green eyes holding a bit of longing and curiosity. the girl found quite a lot of comfort in the sea. despite the things that had happened in it, she still couldn't help but be drawn to it.
despite the tsunami, despite her being attacked by the barracuda, despite losing energy and sinking before she could make it to the shore, despite dying, despite being struck by lightning and receiving the burns she was almost recovered from after over a month - but, she supposed the lightning was what had saved her life, too. despite the fact that her papa had died on the beach and was sent to seas for his funeral, but he returned out of the ocean, too. she supposed the ocean must have played a roll in destroying and saving both of their lives somehow.
and still, with all of that, the ocean held so many things she didn't know. it was an entirely different world with entirely different creatures and plants and...life. it held so much life different than the one they experienced above. it was so huge and diverse she couldn't even begin to imagine what all was down there. she wanted to know. she wanted to explore the waters, but she couldn't. she was trapped on land. even if she wasn't, she would never leave her family.
but, that wouldn't stop her from watching and learning as much as she could. marine life was one of the few things she was actually interested in reading about and watching it in action and imagining it was quite a nice activity to the girl. however, she didn't have time to linger on it, so she would stare only a little longer before continuing to walk throughout the island. the was much work to be done.
goldie spotted the stranger waiting and she would quickly walk over, her steps silent. her growing harpy eagle, lynn, sat upon her hind as he had gotten accustomed to doing. her back was still healing and bandaged, as it had gotten the worst of the burns, however the rest had began to fade. she looked over the stranger quietly, seeming sort of intrigued by his appearance. it was quite cool, if the young girl was being honest.
"hiya," she would greet with a nod, stopping in front of the male. she would offer a small smile, assuming this stranger didn't mean any trouble, so she ought to appear a little welcoming. "what brings ya to the typhoon?"
despite the tsunami, despite her being attacked by the barracuda, despite losing energy and sinking before she could make it to the shore, despite dying, despite being struck by lightning and receiving the burns she was almost recovered from after over a month - but, she supposed the lightning was what had saved her life, too. despite the fact that her papa had died on the beach and was sent to seas for his funeral, but he returned out of the ocean, too. she supposed the ocean must have played a roll in destroying and saving both of their lives somehow.
and still, with all of that, the ocean held so many things she didn't know. it was an entirely different world with entirely different creatures and plants and...life. it held so much life different than the one they experienced above. it was so huge and diverse she couldn't even begin to imagine what all was down there. she wanted to know. she wanted to explore the waters, but she couldn't. she was trapped on land. even if she wasn't, she would never leave her family.
but, that wouldn't stop her from watching and learning as much as she could. marine life was one of the few things she was actually interested in reading about and watching it in action and imagining it was quite a nice activity to the girl. however, she didn't have time to linger on it, so she would stare only a little longer before continuing to walk throughout the island. the was much work to be done.
goldie spotted the stranger waiting and she would quickly walk over, her steps silent. her growing harpy eagle, lynn, sat upon her hind as he had gotten accustomed to doing. her back was still healing and bandaged, as it had gotten the worst of the burns, however the rest had began to fade. she looked over the stranger quietly, seeming sort of intrigued by his appearance. it was quite cool, if the young girl was being honest.
"hiya," she would greet with a nod, stopping in front of the male. she would offer a small smile, assuming this stranger didn't mean any trouble, so she ought to appear a little welcoming. "what brings ya to the typhoon?"
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.