08-20-2019, 10:58 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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Almost a week she had been unconscious. Her body still felt like shit. Her blood still leaks from her neck. Her feathers still fall out, wings torn and body scratched. Her legs still wobble from the exhaustion, quickly growing dehydrated, headaches frequent, and a constant searing pain. But she has always felt worse. So much fucking worse. There was no chance this sort of thing would have ever stopped her for more than it was absolutely necessary to. Goldenluxury Roux has always been this way - how likely was it she'd change now? At least she wasn't still trying to dive headfirst into war, despite how tempting it may be. She hates the delay. She wishes to end it all right now. But, she is strategic, at the very least. There is that, even if she may discount the fact that doing these sorts of things would still slow her recovery. But, it was for a good cause. She had missed out on the fun. The least she can do now is indulge her intense desire to help someone in this sort of situation.
The slave who broke her chains, burned down Stryker again and again, took her vengeance against the Pitt, crowned Jervis with the intents of betraying him, and now called upon war to dethrone him. Why wouldn't she want to help others hurt by them too? Especially, given, these others are her friends. (One is, at least; she is not so sure about the ghost boy anymore.)
The tigress stumbles onto the swampy lands, letting out struggled coughs with a basket around her neck. "Hey," she'd gather a Tangler's attention, ignoring any concern coming from them. "Gimme directions t' Sam." To which, they would hesitantly oblige, and she would be on her damn way. The female staggers towards her friend's home, nearly falling into the doorway as she approaches it. The female sits for a moment to breathe, then promptly knocks on the door, calling out weakly, "Is' Goldie."
[member=4834]samantha[/member]
The slave who broke her chains, burned down Stryker again and again, took her vengeance against the Pitt, crowned Jervis with the intents of betraying him, and now called upon war to dethrone him. Why wouldn't she want to help others hurt by them too? Especially, given, these others are her friends. (One is, at least; she is not so sure about the ghost boy anymore.)
The tigress stumbles onto the swampy lands, letting out struggled coughs with a basket around her neck. "Hey," she'd gather a Tangler's attention, ignoring any concern coming from them. "Gimme directions t' Sam." To which, they would hesitantly oblige, and she would be on her damn way. The female staggers towards her friend's home, nearly falling into the doorway as she approaches it. The female sits for a moment to breathe, then promptly knocks on the door, calling out weakly, "Is' Goldie."
[member=4834]samantha[/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.