07-25-2019, 10:00 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]It was afternoon by now, she did not want to leave the scene just sitting there for anyone to find. It was gross, and she likely still reeked of the dead, had blood on her fur, but she did not bother to clean herself before immediately going to the swamp, pawsteps furious and quick. "Hey!" the captain would scream impatiently as she stepped onto the border, clearly ticked off. It's plenty fair, too. Her heterochromatic eyes are tired as she peers into the territory, frown present on her expression. She'd been reasonable so far - she hadn't even really been upset about the fact Beck spread her fuckin' corpse across the fuckin' trees, but this was most certainly uncalled for. This was genuine murder, and she was not going to stand around idle for even one second. They would find the culprit and they would punish them. The female was not exactly looking forward to any sort of investigation revolving around this, but it wasn't something to put off. The Rosebloods, when they'd been around, had done this to them - not long after they split their ties. They burnt them down in response.
However, unlike Sephiroth, Goldie respects Crow. She trusts he would not willingly let this happen, and she hopes she is correct. She have dealt with too many bad allies before. She is tired of it. "Can anyone tell me why I found two dead, mangled crewmates this mornin' wit' the smell o' Tanglewood all over 'em?" she wastes no time getting straight to the point. There are no presents, no conversation. It is possible somehow a Pittian was trying to frame them, but she would need to get through this to find out, now wouldn't she?
However, unlike Sephiroth, Goldie respects Crow. She trusts he would not willingly let this happen, and she hopes she is correct. She have dealt with too many bad allies before. She is tired of it. "Can anyone tell me why I found two dead, mangled crewmates this mornin' wit' the smell o' Tanglewood all over 'em?" she wastes no time getting straight to the point. There are no presents, no conversation. It is possible somehow a Pittian was trying to frame them, but she would need to get through this to find out, now wouldn't she?
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.