04-18-2019, 04:55 PM
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
[align=center]The tiger would stand and stare for a while. It was hard to describe what she felt, but there have been red hues following her for a long time, sitting in silence as she awaits the correct moments to give them attention. Right now, it was not the right time - it was not even the right shades. That fiery red lay dormant, while crimson made its way through, along with something cold and full of fear. Perhaps even regret. Maybe not, though. She had learned something from that experience. Something important. She had burned it away, too. It was dead. The eyes were not dead. They were alive. He never quite got what he wanted, he only managed to destroy her life in ways no one really could have foreseen. But maybe it was all bound to happen anyway. She was not a fortune teller, and neither was he. It did not matter now, anyway. All that did was the present. She learned that through him, too, in a sense. Had he never attacked her, sent her into fear, lie to her, had she never killed that Pittian, she never gotten her memories stolen, she never been made a slave, had she never died and returned, she may have never learned these lessons.
But, oh how she was forever bitter. Forgiveness was earned, and he would never earn it.
The female - she had learned all of this, but still here she stood, living within the past. It was crashing down onto her, forcing her to hold back chokes. Here she stared, not truly there. The powerful captain her crewmates had come to see her fully become the past several months was bursting at the seams. This piece of driftwood would never be forgotten by one individual, so long as she shall live. And the memories she associates with her, they will never stop affecting her. She may have learned all of this, she may have burned it down, moved on, but it would always remain with her. How could it not?
What a sight.
The moment the tiger pushed herself forward, tears would instantly swell into her heterochromatic eyes. That striking green, the newer icy blue was blocked by salty tears, always powerful legs now shaking pathetically. She had never known the fates of Deldrach and him, but she had always hoped...hoped she could see the female once more. She prayed that she had been free from his grasp. She wished so desperately that the female had been safe. But, there had never been any way of knowing. Even when she broke down, crying out their names. Decius.
"D-Deldra-ach..." her sharp voice falters, giving away a sight of Goldenluxury Roux that had not been seen in a very, very long time. The little girl had come out once more. Goldie's fears, they all fell away, joining her salty tears as they absorbed into the sand. "I'm sorry..."
But, oh how she was forever bitter. Forgiveness was earned, and he would never earn it.
The female - she had learned all of this, but still here she stood, living within the past. It was crashing down onto her, forcing her to hold back chokes. Here she stared, not truly there. The powerful captain her crewmates had come to see her fully become the past several months was bursting at the seams. This piece of driftwood would never be forgotten by one individual, so long as she shall live. And the memories she associates with her, they will never stop affecting her. She may have learned all of this, she may have burned it down, moved on, but it would always remain with her. How could it not?
What a sight.
The moment the tiger pushed herself forward, tears would instantly swell into her heterochromatic eyes. That striking green, the newer icy blue was blocked by salty tears, always powerful legs now shaking pathetically. She had never known the fates of Deldrach and him, but she had always hoped...hoped she could see the female once more. She prayed that she had been free from his grasp. She wished so desperately that the female had been safe. But, there had never been any way of knowing. Even when she broke down, crying out their names. Decius.
"D-Deldra-ach..." her sharp voice falters, giving away a sight of Goldenluxury Roux that had not been seen in a very, very long time. The little girl had come out once more. Goldie's fears, they all fell away, joining her salty tears as they absorbed into the sand. "I'm sorry..."
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.