08-16-2019, 06:31 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.
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It was abnormal to go even one day without the captain, her presence making its way all over at least once throughout each and every single day. Two days. Three days. Four days. Well, had Goldenluxury even continued breathing at all? Was she in a coma? Dead? Stolen away?
Bleeding out was a bitch; took too much energy.
The tigress' neck was wrapped in bandages, the red from the gash still poking out between the gaps against her soft, white fur. Her eyes are winced, teeth gritting together. Damn, her head hurts. The female is not so sure of how many days she has been unconscious now, if any at all, but the air tastes saltier than usual, and her body just wanted to lay down. It was unlikely she was supposed to exit just yet, to be honest. Nonetheless, when she woke up, she would take only a few moments before forcing herself upward and leaving the temple, figuring what the Hell had gone on in the meantime. She had shit to do. Being absent due to an injury slowing her down had never been much of an option before, and it certainly wasn't now. She could breathe (though, roughly), she was fine.
So, the pirate captain would stumble out of the jungle temple, fumbling out of the forest not-so-gracefully, and winding up on the beach, the sun much too bright for her liking. She looks around silently, stance wobbly before she finally gives in and allows herself to lay down for a moment, deciding what she should...oh. She was dehydrated, wasn't she? The tigress pushes herself up, shoving into a palm tree, shaking it to make a coconut fall. Though, it was certainly taking much more effort than usual, frustrated huffs emerging from her until she finally received a small one on the ground. She slams it against the tree a few times, growing a bit dizzy from the movement, but ultimately resulting in it cracking open and giving her something to drink - coconut water.
Life's too short to waste time laying around. She's been hurt worse before.
Bleeding out was a bitch; took too much energy.
The tigress' neck was wrapped in bandages, the red from the gash still poking out between the gaps against her soft, white fur. Her eyes are winced, teeth gritting together. Damn, her head hurts. The female is not so sure of how many days she has been unconscious now, if any at all, but the air tastes saltier than usual, and her body just wanted to lay down. It was unlikely she was supposed to exit just yet, to be honest. Nonetheless, when she woke up, she would take only a few moments before forcing herself upward and leaving the temple, figuring what the Hell had gone on in the meantime. She had shit to do. Being absent due to an injury slowing her down had never been much of an option before, and it certainly wasn't now. She could breathe (though, roughly), she was fine.
So, the pirate captain would stumble out of the jungle temple, fumbling out of the forest not-so-gracefully, and winding up on the beach, the sun much too bright for her liking. She looks around silently, stance wobbly before she finally gives in and allows herself to lay down for a moment, deciding what she should...oh. She was dehydrated, wasn't she? The tigress pushes herself up, shoving into a palm tree, shaking it to make a coconut fall. Though, it was certainly taking much more effort than usual, frustrated huffs emerging from her until she finally received a small one on the ground. She slams it against the tree a few times, growing a bit dizzy from the movement, but ultimately resulting in it cracking open and giving her something to drink - coconut water.
Life's too short to waste time laying around. She's been hurt worse before.
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.