08-01-2019, 10:38 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 would be funny to think about what the future held for Goldenluxury; how her path would align into something not so far off from a stranger upon their gate, though there would be no ideas how or why, until everything fell into place, and suddenly, they were there. It was only the beginning, after all. The newly declared demigoddess, for now, would simply find her way to the supposed God killer. The scent of Elysium, mixed with blood, lingered in the air, and this is what draws the female closer. It is concerning to find such a foreign scent blending with blood, especially given everything that's happened so far. It had most certainly been an interesting past few weeks, to say the least, and it did not seem to be stopping anytime soon. Perhaps the war lead to everyone losing their God damn minds in some way, the world folding over itself in ways it wasn't used to. Death was a rampant theme throughout it all, that was for sure. Her own forgotten corpse deliberately destroyed and hung from the trees, as if to tease a childhood fear, crewmates, Elysium members found death with Tanglewood scent upon them, a loved Tanglewood member dead, and whatever the Hell else fate had planned for them. That was not all, either. There was her dream, too, her new power, and to think that she was befriending someone much faster than she had in a very long time.
The tigress is clearly tired these days. All of these things built up and took her away from being able to carry out her regular tasks. She couldn't just let all of this political nonsense go unaddressed, and lately, there had simply been too much of it. She was still waiting on Tena's response to her invitation, and the female did not like waiting very long for these sorts of things, especially given how straight-forward she made it for all of them. The female is reminded of this with the scent of Elysium, even if the blood still joined it, too, taking away from the point of it all. It changed the story completely. The female would be quick to respond to it, her harpy eagle upon her back as she makes her way towards the gate.
She holds her head high as she closes in, Goldie looking over the unfamiliar otter quietly until she made her way just a few feet from the stranger. "Ya don' look so good," she'd comment simply at first, nodding towards the female. She kept casual as always - there was no need to be hostile right now. "If you're lookin' for help, 'm jus' fine wit' providin'. No need t' let somebody die at the gate when they don' deserve it. Elysium ain' done anythin' t' me or my crew, after all." The female remains calm and casual, cocking her head to the side. Of course, this was just an assumption, but it was still to-the-point. There was no reason to waste time. The female is almost reminded of seeing her papa on the beach, dead, with the words of an apology written next to him in the sand. And then, too, she thinks of Arrow. There was too much death for everyone's own good.
The tigress is clearly tired these days. All of these things built up and took her away from being able to carry out her regular tasks. She couldn't just let all of this political nonsense go unaddressed, and lately, there had simply been too much of it. She was still waiting on Tena's response to her invitation, and the female did not like waiting very long for these sorts of things, especially given how straight-forward she made it for all of them. The female is reminded of this with the scent of Elysium, even if the blood still joined it, too, taking away from the point of it all. It changed the story completely. The female would be quick to respond to it, her harpy eagle upon her back as she makes her way towards the gate.
She holds her head high as she closes in, Goldie looking over the unfamiliar otter quietly until she made her way just a few feet from the stranger. "Ya don' look so good," she'd comment simply at first, nodding towards the female. She kept casual as always - there was no need to be hostile right now. "If you're lookin' for help, 'm jus' fine wit' providin'. No need t' let somebody die at the gate when they don' deserve it. Elysium ain' done anythin' t' me or my crew, after all." The female remains calm and casual, cocking her head to the side. Of course, this was just an assumption, but it was still to-the-point. There was no reason to waste time. The female is almost reminded of seeing her papa on the beach, dead, with the words of an apology written next to him in the sand. And then, too, she thinks of Arrow. There was too much death for everyone's own good.
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.