07-30-2019, 09:46 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]Lost memories was something the girl had personally been plagued by for months - knowing that she was someone before, knowing that person's name, knowing that others expected a specific behavior from her for supposedly being that person, but having no idea who that person was herself. It was difficult, to try and pretend to be Goldie, when she hadn't been able to remember much of anything about Goldie. She had known that this was her home, that her papa was here, that he'd died before, and that was all. Everything else had come from things others had told her - including the slaveholder that had taken her memories away, feeding her mind with things that weren't exactly true; things she did not deserve to believe. But, the female had learned. After various temptations and attempts to actually go back to her slave life, destined to die, she figured it out. Stryker couldn't do anything for her, and what he had done to her was not fair. It wasn't right. She would continue to live and be this Goldenluxury Roux everyone says she is, and she'd do it her way.
And so she did. Until, finally, she died for this amnesiac's daughter, and unlocked all of her memories, all at once, and revealed who she was all along. She is Goldenluxury Roux. Her journey to figuring it out stuck with her, and caused her to always wish to help people in a situation even slightly similar to her own. Whether they were slaves, they couldn't remember, both, or something else that somehow reminded her of before. She didn't want anyone to believe what she had. They could be their own selves, their own ways.
The tigress approached after Ikaia and Kian, glancing towards the two, offering a small smile, before focusing fully on Owen as she arrived to stand next to her crewmates. "Welcome back," the captain would offer with a nod, looking over the German shepherd. "Ya seem confused, Owen." She'd then comment casually, shrugging her shoulders slightly.
And so she did. Until, finally, she died for this amnesiac's daughter, and unlocked all of her memories, all at once, and revealed who she was all along. She is Goldenluxury Roux. Her journey to figuring it out stuck with her, and caused her to always wish to help people in a situation even slightly similar to her own. Whether they were slaves, they couldn't remember, both, or something else that somehow reminded her of before. She didn't want anyone to believe what she had. They could be their own selves, their own ways.
The tigress approached after Ikaia and Kian, glancing towards the two, offering a small smile, before focusing fully on Owen as she arrived to stand next to her crewmates. "Welcome back," the captain would offer with a nod, looking over the German shepherd. "Ya seem confused, Owen." She'd then comment casually, shrugging her shoulders slightly.
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.