08-25-2019, 05:37 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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//late reply but im determined to do this event
The tigress would wait several moments before even considering grabbing her own lantern, looking over the two that arrived and picked out their own, scribbling down whatever wishes they had. She didn't let her gaze drift to that, though, figuring that would be much more personal and she is not so nosy to just stare at them in this event. Her eyes drift back down to the array of cloth, thinking silently to herself, about to extend a paw to fetch one for herself when Darksouls would speak up. Her eyes drift back towards the male and she would look around for a second, her paw reaching out towards a small stack of wood, twigs, and a few stones. "S'pose I ought t' make the fire now, huh. You'll use a twig t' carefully light candles in 'em before sendin' 'em off." And with that, the female would set up the stack of wood, quickly rubbing it against the stone to ignite the small fire.
Afterwards, the captain would pick out her own cloth and brush, staring at her blank canvas for a few moments. Wishes are a tricky thing. Wishes, perhaps, were nearly impossible things. Things one had little control over. She had thought before, last year, that she could accomplish them all. But, it wasn't true. The tasks proved harder than even she could handle - though she's not so sure she'd admit it. Safe family, she had written, and then a happy world, and, finally, perfection. But now, what does she want now, a year later? She can't say it's so different. The tigress would struggle to figure out her ideas.
But, finally, she settles on something.
That first wish - it's not something she can get rid of. She needs it still. Safe family, she writes. Proud family, says the next. It's what she's wanted all along. Victory, comes the final one - the most plausible one. She wishes to win. Against the Pitt, against the assholes, against the world. She wishes the pirates to be successful, to never feel truly threatened, to consider themselves strong, safe, and always prosperous. Those are now her ultimate goals.
The tigress would wait several moments before even considering grabbing her own lantern, looking over the two that arrived and picked out their own, scribbling down whatever wishes they had. She didn't let her gaze drift to that, though, figuring that would be much more personal and she is not so nosy to just stare at them in this event. Her eyes drift back down to the array of cloth, thinking silently to herself, about to extend a paw to fetch one for herself when Darksouls would speak up. Her eyes drift back towards the male and she would look around for a second, her paw reaching out towards a small stack of wood, twigs, and a few stones. "S'pose I ought t' make the fire now, huh. You'll use a twig t' carefully light candles in 'em before sendin' 'em off." And with that, the female would set up the stack of wood, quickly rubbing it against the stone to ignite the small fire.
Afterwards, the captain would pick out her own cloth and brush, staring at her blank canvas for a few moments. Wishes are a tricky thing. Wishes, perhaps, were nearly impossible things. Things one had little control over. She had thought before, last year, that she could accomplish them all. But, it wasn't true. The tasks proved harder than even she could handle - though she's not so sure she'd admit it. Safe family, she had written, and then a happy world, and, finally, perfection. But now, what does she want now, a year later? She can't say it's so different. The tigress would struggle to figure out her ideas.
But, finally, she settles on something.
That first wish - it's not something she can get rid of. She needs it still. Safe family, she writes. Proud family, says the next. It's what she's wanted all along. Victory, comes the final one - the most plausible one. She wishes to win. Against the Pitt, against the assholes, against the world. She wishes the pirates to be successful, to never feel truly threatened, to consider themselves strong, safe, and always prosperous. Those are now her ultimate goals.
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.