08-02-2019, 09:48 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]The female had gotten quite used to the quiet loneliness. His room in the submarine would be left untouched, other than to be dusted and make sure no rotten foods were left inside. She had been tempted to bring in flowers; maybe he would enjoy returning to the pleasant scent of the island's native plants. But then, she decided, no. Then that would overpower his old scent, and she needed that old scent. Everything in the submarine would smell vaguely like him; the sea salt and cigarettes lingering with his old touch. She had been practicing for now - she needed to prepare for his return. That small man had told her - proven to her - that he would return soon. The necklace she wore now was proof of that. Her family that had been so big had gone away. Now, the captain must focus on her crewmates. Now, the captain's family are undeniably her crewmates. They were her top priority, and she'd made an oath to be the absolute best captain; just like her papa. On nights like these, she remained just waiting for him. What else could she do? The Gods had shown him in chains, but the last time she'd received such a vision, it had detailed the future. They were going to win against the Pitt soon, which meant that those chains would either be broken, or they'd have to be somewhere else, that she would seek out.
But, to be honest, she'd not been thinking much about that dream. Not as much as she would like to. There was simply no time - there were more important things to worry about. She still needed to study German; figure out what the fuck those voices had been chanting to her. She still needed to practice her water elementals - this will have higher priority, but still not immediate. She needed to keep watch of the Pitt. She needed to make sure Crow found that traitor. She needed to know of Tena's response. She needed to prepare for their next battle. She needed to figure out...where the fuck...that asshole Stryker had gone. And, most of all, she needs to simply be the captain. Who knew how much longer she could? Her plans of overtaking the Pitt are dangerous, and bound to be one of the most exhausting things she'd ever done (which certainly says a lot, coming from the girl who'd never slept), and there were so many things building upon each other. Her name had always been present throughout the world. Goldenluxury Roux. But, it only grew larger and larger. That was a dangerous thing, too.
Nonetheless, since her top priority is, of course, being the captain, the captain would make a decision. She was tired of sitting at her God damn desk. Lynn was asleep for now, so the tigress would push herself quietly from her seat, exiting her room carefully and quietly. While the female arguably had the same tolerance to alcohol as her papa (and, honestly, most of her family), it was not often she found herself drinking. It was too much distraction, and it would give off a bad impression if she were to be caught in the middle of it. However, when she exited the submarine, she found herself looking towards the night sky and spotting something...strange. Only faintly, given it was still so dark. It certainly wasn't Lucifer she was looking at - he'd be much bigger, and a different shape, so, the captain finds herself following the direction of the silhouette, taking into the air once she's concluded they've entered the Capricorn Tavern. If there was a new member, she ought to know about it. (And, you can't exactly blame her for being cautious during a war, especially given the Pitt had burnt down the tavern before.)
When the female entered the tavern, though, she would find herself stopping dead in tracks once she realized who it was she saw. Those Rouxes - they always had the most identifiable traits. Goldie, arguably, one of the most, given her fur practically shouted it out. It was like she always said, they were different, but still the same.
And, oh how Goldie remained, despite everything. The last time her aunt had been here, the girl had still been small, her back had just been destroyed for the first time, her mind had been filled with paranoia, and she'd not yet stained any life on her paws. Her mama had been alive, though absent, and she'd not died in Goldie's place. She hadn't burnt down that hut she was attacked it. She hadn't even felt like a slave, or lost her memories, or felt so angry. She had just been scared. The female wasn't scared anymore, she'd like to think. Just angry. Though, when she finds herself looking at her aunt now, she cannot help but feel something she'd pushed down far away a long time ago. The tigress pushes herself towards the female, quickly but gently wrapping the female in a hug. No words exited her mouth, just heavy, shivering breaths. She was home. Goldie closes her eyes, wishing to speak, to shout, but there's nothing. Nothing need be said.
But, to be honest, she'd not been thinking much about that dream. Not as much as she would like to. There was simply no time - there were more important things to worry about. She still needed to study German; figure out what the fuck those voices had been chanting to her. She still needed to practice her water elementals - this will have higher priority, but still not immediate. She needed to keep watch of the Pitt. She needed to make sure Crow found that traitor. She needed to know of Tena's response. She needed to prepare for their next battle. She needed to figure out...where the fuck...that asshole Stryker had gone. And, most of all, she needs to simply be the captain. Who knew how much longer she could? Her plans of overtaking the Pitt are dangerous, and bound to be one of the most exhausting things she'd ever done (which certainly says a lot, coming from the girl who'd never slept), and there were so many things building upon each other. Her name had always been present throughout the world. Goldenluxury Roux. But, it only grew larger and larger. That was a dangerous thing, too.
Nonetheless, since her top priority is, of course, being the captain, the captain would make a decision. She was tired of sitting at her God damn desk. Lynn was asleep for now, so the tigress would push herself quietly from her seat, exiting her room carefully and quietly. While the female arguably had the same tolerance to alcohol as her papa (and, honestly, most of her family), it was not often she found herself drinking. It was too much distraction, and it would give off a bad impression if she were to be caught in the middle of it. However, when she exited the submarine, she found herself looking towards the night sky and spotting something...strange. Only faintly, given it was still so dark. It certainly wasn't Lucifer she was looking at - he'd be much bigger, and a different shape, so, the captain finds herself following the direction of the silhouette, taking into the air once she's concluded they've entered the Capricorn Tavern. If there was a new member, she ought to know about it. (And, you can't exactly blame her for being cautious during a war, especially given the Pitt had burnt down the tavern before.)
When the female entered the tavern, though, she would find herself stopping dead in tracks once she realized who it was she saw. Those Rouxes - they always had the most identifiable traits. Goldie, arguably, one of the most, given her fur practically shouted it out. It was like she always said, they were different, but still the same.
And, oh how Goldie remained, despite everything. The last time her aunt had been here, the girl had still been small, her back had just been destroyed for the first time, her mind had been filled with paranoia, and she'd not yet stained any life on her paws. Her mama had been alive, though absent, and she'd not died in Goldie's place. She hadn't burnt down that hut she was attacked it. She hadn't even felt like a slave, or lost her memories, or felt so angry. She had just been scared. The female wasn't scared anymore, she'd like to think. Just angry. Though, when she finds herself looking at her aunt now, she cannot help but feel something she'd pushed down far away a long time ago. The tigress pushes herself towards the female, quickly but gently wrapping the female in a hug. No words exited her mouth, just heavy, shivering breaths. She was home. Goldie closes her eyes, wishing to speak, to shout, but there's nothing. Nothing need be said.
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.