07-11-2019, 10:22 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]Finding love has never once been the female's priority, if it were to happen, then she would not complain, and if it didn't, she would still be fine. And, either way, those dead, unwanted children did not necessarily leave a very nice taste in her mouth. She's taken in children before, taken care of them, even let them refer to her as their mother if they wish, but that was much different. It was a courtesy thing - she's never had a mom, and she did not wish for any child to grow up without a single parent. Even she, as a small kitten, knew that she needed her papa - so she made her way into his life, until he finally accepted her. What was most important to her was to make her family happy, and now, to be the best captain possible. Both of these ideals often lead to the conclusion that she could not sleep - at least not often (she's tried, and failed, to go so many days without rest, and she's quite past that point of crashing and burning).
While she had the same tolerance as both (what she assumes her mama had, anyway) her parents when it came to their alcohol, she was a rare sight in their tavern, and anyone who knew her would know why. The female had work to do. She always had work to do. And, to be honest, while she did try to make an effort - especially as a child - to get to know all of her crewmates, she has gone back into her introverted nature a bit further, and allowed herself to be more reserved when she can be. The captain just left the jungle, her harpy eagle holding a dead squirrel in his mouth. The otherworldly glow that emits from her heterochromatic eyes is much more obvious now it is night, the cold blue and green striking through the dark. Her gaze lands upon the female.
She scents Tanglewood and tilts her head curiously, walking over to her. "You're here pretty late," she'd comment casually as she grew closer. The golden tiger's wings shift slightly, resting more comfortably on her back. She is not so bothered by Sam just waltzing about the island at night, though it is a little weird, she is more so curious about why she did. "The pirates showin' you a good time?"
While she had the same tolerance as both (what she assumes her mama had, anyway) her parents when it came to their alcohol, she was a rare sight in their tavern, and anyone who knew her would know why. The female had work to do. She always had work to do. And, to be honest, while she did try to make an effort - especially as a child - to get to know all of her crewmates, she has gone back into her introverted nature a bit further, and allowed herself to be more reserved when she can be. The captain just left the jungle, her harpy eagle holding a dead squirrel in his mouth. The otherworldly glow that emits from her heterochromatic eyes is much more obvious now it is night, the cold blue and green striking through the dark. Her gaze lands upon the female.
She scents Tanglewood and tilts her head curiously, walking over to her. "You're here pretty late," she'd comment casually as she grew closer. The golden tiger's wings shift slightly, resting more comfortably on her back. She is not so bothered by Sam just waltzing about the island at night, though it is a little weird, she is more so curious about why she did. "The pirates showin' you a good time?"
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.