07-07-2019, 06:48 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]"You little whore!" A stranger had once said to a young bengal cat.
"Do it again, bitch.
Try me.
You won't see your family ever again.
They'd be strung up on a tree! In little pieces!
You hear me, little rat? Dead. Bleeding,
strung up in cut up pieces,
dead eyes staring at you!"
Dead, bleeding, strung up in cut up pieces, but no eyes to be found. Yet. Perhaps they've caught onto her mark and thought it'd be clever to replicate it. It's too bad they were too cowardly to find her living, breathing body and try it. She wouldn't mind having some more fun after the festival.
Though, now she looks closer, it seems there is no head at all.
She would not recognize the body as her own immediately - maybe not for a while, even, but she still held a sort of disgusted, bewildered expression towards the scene that lay before her, less so focused on who the victim was and more so of what it was she was looking at. Would a childhood fear be awoken from this? Not immediately. Right away, she found herself more concerned about the gross smell and appearance of it all. Whoever had done this got zero points for presentation. At first, maybe it could have been passed off for some weird birds, monkeys, or whatever else decided to fuck with shit in the jungle. It was messy enough to be. But, the more she looked at it, the more it seemed to be deliberate, and then she sees something. Writing. "The fuck?"
The golden tiger takes a few moments to look over it, processing the sloppy words - just two of them.
Miss me?
Almost instantaneously, her feathery fur springs upward, a chill racing through her body. Where is he? The captain begins to look around frantically, baring her teeth. How could he step into this territory and get away with it? To the tiger now, there is unlikely to be any other creature to match this with other than Decius himself. He is trying to toy with her again, and she is not a tiny little girl anymore. Goldenluxury lets out angered growls. "Has anyone seen a masked wolf?" she demands. Loudly, sharply. The female kicks the sand up with her now extended wings, moving into the air to try and scout her surroundings. That fear was nowhere to be found anymore. Just anger.
Though there's no scent other than Tanglewood - from their own festival, she already knows, and the usual fish (and now, of course, the rot), she finds no other explanation to make sense. The Pittians would not go to this length to make her uncomfortable. They'd just face her or her crewmates head on (or at least return the favor of burnt territories, if they were even able to get that far). She had no other direct, personal enemies, and found it unlikely someone would try to stir shit up like this. He told her - flat-out - that this was his intentions if she were to declare his identity, his crimes. But, there was no family here, other than her crew, for him to string up. It could not be anyone else, the possibilities were just too low to believe it.
"One mus' jus' be obsessed wit' me."
And, frankly, she will happily return the favor to him.
"Do it again, bitch.
Try me.
You won't see your family ever again.
They'd be strung up on a tree! In little pieces!
You hear me, little rat? Dead. Bleeding,
strung up in cut up pieces,
dead eyes staring at you!"
Dead, bleeding, strung up in cut up pieces, but no eyes to be found. Yet. Perhaps they've caught onto her mark and thought it'd be clever to replicate it. It's too bad they were too cowardly to find her living, breathing body and try it. She wouldn't mind having some more fun after the festival.
Though, now she looks closer, it seems there is no head at all.
She would not recognize the body as her own immediately - maybe not for a while, even, but she still held a sort of disgusted, bewildered expression towards the scene that lay before her, less so focused on who the victim was and more so of what it was she was looking at. Would a childhood fear be awoken from this? Not immediately. Right away, she found herself more concerned about the gross smell and appearance of it all. Whoever had done this got zero points for presentation. At first, maybe it could have been passed off for some weird birds, monkeys, or whatever else decided to fuck with shit in the jungle. It was messy enough to be. But, the more she looked at it, the more it seemed to be deliberate, and then she sees something. Writing. "The fuck?"
The golden tiger takes a few moments to look over it, processing the sloppy words - just two of them.
Miss me?
Almost instantaneously, her feathery fur springs upward, a chill racing through her body. Where is he? The captain begins to look around frantically, baring her teeth. How could he step into this territory and get away with it? To the tiger now, there is unlikely to be any other creature to match this with other than Decius himself. He is trying to toy with her again, and she is not a tiny little girl anymore. Goldenluxury lets out angered growls. "Has anyone seen a masked wolf?" she demands. Loudly, sharply. The female kicks the sand up with her now extended wings, moving into the air to try and scout her surroundings. That fear was nowhere to be found anymore. Just anger.
Though there's no scent other than Tanglewood - from their own festival, she already knows, and the usual fish (and now, of course, the rot), she finds no other explanation to make sense. The Pittians would not go to this length to make her uncomfortable. They'd just face her or her crewmates head on (or at least return the favor of burnt territories, if they were even able to get that far). She had no other direct, personal enemies, and found it unlikely someone would try to stir shit up like this. He told her - flat-out - that this was his intentions if she were to declare his identity, his crimes. But, there was no family here, other than her crew, for him to string up. It could not be anyone else, the possibilities were just too low to believe it.
"One mus' jus' be obsessed wit' me."
And, frankly, she will happily return the favor to him.
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.