08-14-2019, 01:36 PM
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GOLDENLUXURY ROUX
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
information — plottingBEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
Goldenluxury Roux is many things.
One of which being, undeniably dedicated. Dedicated to her family, to her home, to her position, to her work. And oh how she would never stop being so hard-working. Being struck by lightning, and then a spine nearly split in half had not stopped her before, so a gash upon her neck sure as Hell wouldn't do so now. Receiving said injury was caused by this very trip, so she knew better than to go alone this time, at the very least. Lynn sat upon her back as she traversed the railroad tracks, and then to the mainland, leading to the territory of her allies. It is no secret looking at her that she has decided to go on this journey much too soon after her attack, her scratches and wound in her neck still fairly fresh, wings still torn. The talon marks in her neck still stung and gave off a dark red, still visible through the herbs and bandages wrapped around it. Her movements are slower, too, clearly troubled, but she grits her teeth anyway. And, eventually, she makes it to the border.
Within her jaws, she carries a new basket of new gifts - fruits from the island, herbs, and some gold doubloons. The captain stumbles over to the territory line, quickly and clumsily sitting as she sets down the basket. A lot of energy had been drained from the blood loss, but she was more than used to dealing with that sort of feeling. So, the female huffs and stares out to the marsh around her silently, not containing enough stamina to yell out her presence.
[member=830]crow[/member]
One of which being, undeniably dedicated. Dedicated to her family, to her home, to her position, to her work. And oh how she would never stop being so hard-working. Being struck by lightning, and then a spine nearly split in half had not stopped her before, so a gash upon her neck sure as Hell wouldn't do so now. Receiving said injury was caused by this very trip, so she knew better than to go alone this time, at the very least. Lynn sat upon her back as she traversed the railroad tracks, and then to the mainland, leading to the territory of her allies. It is no secret looking at her that she has decided to go on this journey much too soon after her attack, her scratches and wound in her neck still fairly fresh, wings still torn. The talon marks in her neck still stung and gave off a dark red, still visible through the herbs and bandages wrapped around it. Her movements are slower, too, clearly troubled, but she grits her teeth anyway. And, eventually, she makes it to the border.
Within her jaws, she carries a new basket of new gifts - fruits from the island, herbs, and some gold doubloons. The captain stumbles over to the territory line, quickly and clumsily sitting as she sets down the basket. A lot of energy had been drained from the blood loss, but she was more than used to dealing with that sort of feeling. So, the female huffs and stares out to the marsh around her silently, not containing enough stamina to yell out her presence.
[member=830]crow[/member]
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.