05-15-2019, 10:54 AM
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 ringing of the bell was a familiar sound, and was always like music to her ears. However, with the moon in the sky, she wonders who could possibly have business with them right now. Goldie would make her way over, twitching her wings slightly. The tiger was not so pleased to hear so many of her crewmates' voices wandering within the night. She knew the pirates did not sleep often, but did they all have to be awake? It almost made her nervous that something was going on, but as she listened closer, she realizes that the tones are nothing but formal and casual. Somebody just decided the best time to visit them would be in the middle of the night. She scoffed at the thought, tail twitching once as she neared the scene. But, once she hears her name - several times, her head would raise higher. A goddess? Well, that was a thought. Sort of funny, if you asked her. It wasn't totally off, considering her papa's status as a demigod. It was nice to hear them compliment her, though. It was assuring.
Her glowing, cold eyes would land upon the stranger her crewmates addressed, feathered ears pointed towards him as she stood silently for a moment next to Keona. "Ask n' ye shall receive," she answers casually in her strong voice. "Have any of ya ever heard of sleep?" she'd then scold, half joking, in a sharp tone to her crewmates, looking over them, before turning her full attention to the other tiger. "N' you - why'd ya decide to ask 'bout m' crew in the middle of the night? Don'tcha think that's a lil' rude?" Now this, this statement was fully a scold. Her slit pupils remained locked upon the male, head slightly tilted in a curious manner. There wasn't much to think of the male right now - they'd seen plenty of wandering strangers before and aided lost wanderers. For all she knew, this male could be a potential ally of sorts.
Her glowing, cold eyes would land upon the stranger her crewmates addressed, feathered ears pointed towards him as she stood silently for a moment next to Keona. "Ask n' ye shall receive," she answers casually in her strong voice. "Have any of ya ever heard of sleep?" she'd then scold, half joking, in a sharp tone to her crewmates, looking over them, before turning her full attention to the other tiger. "N' you - why'd ya decide to ask 'bout m' crew in the middle of the night? Don'tcha think that's a lil' rude?" Now this, this statement was fully a scold. Her slit pupils remained locked upon the male, head slightly tilted in a curious manner. There wasn't much to think of the male right now - they'd seen plenty of wandering strangers before and aided lost wanderers. For all she knew, this male could be a potential ally of sorts.
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.