08-06-2019, 08:20 AM
VANDAL ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the monster of stormy waters. she is a lean black maned wolf with glowing green eyes, gills, and tongue, and leathery wings errupting from her back. she is a member of the roux family. she is known for being mischievous and charming with a taste for living her best life —— ⚓
❝ CAME UP FROM THAT LAKE OF FIRE; ONLY HAD THAT ONE DESIRE ❞
The alcohol tastes familiar. It dances on her tongue and leaves a line of fire down her throat, and when she closes her eyes, she thinks of being home for the first time—back then, Vandal hadn't expected much from returning to civilization. She had thought she would reunite with her family and drink herself to death for the rest of her life, but instead she had experienced something entirely different. More than her family, Vandal found her place in the world of the living, making friends, falling in love, picking up a few rascals along the way. She still remembers them, remembers their names and faces, remembers Caesar's unflinching outlook and Cleo's whip-like wit, Jacob's bubbling kindness and Pincher's undoubtable loyalty.
She remembers Deldrach and her many mysteries; she remembers what could have been between them. An opportunity lost, but she holds the memories close to her heart anyway. She remembers Fischer and her equally plentiful secrets, resounding deep in the oceans; she remembers the night they spent by the ocean, basking in the comfort the other provided, weak to the world but strong for each other. She remembers Captainpaw's unending energy and youthful optimism, his refreshing curiosity and hunger for the world.
Most of all, she remembers Goldie, the first family member she met other than Pincher. She remembers her as equal parts vulnerable and strong-willed, opinionated and sensitive; open from the world but also closed off from it. Vandal rememebers seeing the young girl at her weakest, but also at her strongest. She remembers Goldie as her family, her niece, but also her friend. Goldie is easily identifiable in her head, like a beacon of light, unmistakable—
And perhaps it's because of that that she doesn't recognize the new Captain when she waltez into the Tavern.
She's massive, certainly larger than Vandal, and the black maned wolf can't help but let out an undignified squeak when the Captain towers over her with all its mighty glory. She expects a reprimand for her ill-mannered entrance, and several excuses itch on the tip of her tongue, but before she can do much to perhaps alleviate the amount of trouble she's in, she finds herself being swept into a fierce hug.
She blanches, clearly stunned, but it takes her only a second more to untangle her thoughts and flash the tigress a bright, but rather uncomfortable, smile. "Geeze, lady, I know I'm attractive and all that an' there's enough of me to go around, but—"
Ah, hello! Are you a friend of miss Goldie?
Vandal's head whips to the side, facing the stranger with a look of wide-eyed confusion plastered unabashedly over her face. It takes her one, two, three seconds before the words fully sink in, and when they finally do, she's letting out an excited squeak and wrapping her arms around the tigress—or, at least, as far as her arms would let her, given the difference in size. She mouths a 'thank you' to the stranger that had pointed out exactly who's hugging her before burying her pointed muzzle into her niece's shoulder, muffling any further sounds of glee.
"No way! I can't believe this! You're all grown up, Goldie," she all but yells in excitement, pulling back only to rasp her tongue across Goldie's cheek in greeting (she remembers, vaguely, that it's exactly how she had also greeted Pinch when they had reunited). When they part, she sits back and gives her niece a good look-over, grin still alight on her face. "Goldie here is my niece, actually! Well, hard to say that now, since she's bigger than me. Say, Goldie, should I start calling you Auntie now?"
ooc; aaah this is late
She remembers Deldrach and her many mysteries; she remembers what could have been between them. An opportunity lost, but she holds the memories close to her heart anyway. She remembers Fischer and her equally plentiful secrets, resounding deep in the oceans; she remembers the night they spent by the ocean, basking in the comfort the other provided, weak to the world but strong for each other. She remembers Captainpaw's unending energy and youthful optimism, his refreshing curiosity and hunger for the world.
Most of all, she remembers Goldie, the first family member she met other than Pincher. She remembers her as equal parts vulnerable and strong-willed, opinionated and sensitive; open from the world but also closed off from it. Vandal rememebers seeing the young girl at her weakest, but also at her strongest. She remembers Goldie as her family, her niece, but also her friend. Goldie is easily identifiable in her head, like a beacon of light, unmistakable—
And perhaps it's because of that that she doesn't recognize the new Captain when she waltez into the Tavern.
She's massive, certainly larger than Vandal, and the black maned wolf can't help but let out an undignified squeak when the Captain towers over her with all its mighty glory. She expects a reprimand for her ill-mannered entrance, and several excuses itch on the tip of her tongue, but before she can do much to perhaps alleviate the amount of trouble she's in, she finds herself being swept into a fierce hug.
She blanches, clearly stunned, but it takes her only a second more to untangle her thoughts and flash the tigress a bright, but rather uncomfortable, smile. "Geeze, lady, I know I'm attractive and all that an' there's enough of me to go around, but—"
Ah, hello! Are you a friend of miss Goldie?
Vandal's head whips to the side, facing the stranger with a look of wide-eyed confusion plastered unabashedly over her face. It takes her one, two, three seconds before the words fully sink in, and when they finally do, she's letting out an excited squeak and wrapping her arms around the tigress—or, at least, as far as her arms would let her, given the difference in size. She mouths a 'thank you' to the stranger that had pointed out exactly who's hugging her before burying her pointed muzzle into her niece's shoulder, muffling any further sounds of glee.
"No way! I can't believe this! You're all grown up, Goldie," she all but yells in excitement, pulling back only to rasp her tongue across Goldie's cheek in greeting (she remembers, vaguely, that it's exactly how she had also greeted Pinch when they had reunited). When they part, she sits back and gives her niece a good look-over, grin still alight on her face. "Goldie here is my niece, actually! Well, hard to say that now, since she's bigger than me. Say, Goldie, should I start calling you Auntie now?"
ooc; aaah this is late
❝ THE TYPHOON — CREWMATE — IMMORTAL — MUTATED MANED WOLF ❞
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON