05-25-2019, 08:18 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]If the female were to hear a siren has joined their forces, she perhaps may not feel so enthusiastic. She has had brief interactions with the beings, though none physical, that had both involved death. She must admit, though, their songs have always lured her in. As a child, she found the melody so beautiful and captivating - it was the prettiest thing she'd ever heard. Still, no seaman should be unfamiliar with the tales of women who sang them to their deaths. Nonetheless, the tiger would be unknowing of this information, and even if she did, she could see the benefits of having one in her crew. So, for now, she would find herself looking down as a creature she could not quite identify - something oceanic, for sure - standing upon her beach, as the voice of Deldrach filled the air nearby. The winged tigress flew down towards them, landing softly a few feet from them both, causing a bit of sand to pick up from the momentum of her wings. She shook herself off and looked to the stranger with a curious smile.
Unlike the lioness, Goldie had not captured the transformation, otherwise, she would be bombarding the female with questions right now (ones of enthusiasm - a childhood passion). Instead, her cold eyes would simply look over the female right now in an observant, interested manner. "You some kinda fish?" the answer may seem pretty obvious, but she wanted to ask an open-ended question, so she may learn more. Had she seen the transformation, there may not be this kind of self-control. The captain felt she looked almost like an orca, which she thought was quite interesting.
Unlike the lioness, Goldie had not captured the transformation, otherwise, she would be bombarding the female with questions right now (ones of enthusiasm - a childhood passion). Instead, her cold eyes would simply look over the female right now in an observant, interested manner. "You some kinda fish?" the answer may seem pretty obvious, but she wanted to ask an open-ended question, so she may learn more. Had she seen the transformation, there may not be this kind of self-control. The captain felt she looked almost like an orca, which she thought was quite interesting.
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.