08-25-2019, 06:27 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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Hobbies were something the tigress had indulged herself with often as a child, learning anything and everything she could. If she did a wide variety of activities, that simply meant she'd be more useful, a better friend, and more interesting in general. Goldie had picked up painting, inventing, crafting, reading, writing, cooking, healing, planning, and anything else one could think of. Spreading herself too thin is something she has always done, and her younger days were certainly no exception. These days, however, her priorities have changed. Her positions have changed. Her mindsets have changed. She's older, she's more responsible, and she's got much more on the line now. There wasn't time to doodle, to craft, to invent. At least, not as much time. She's a captain now - she starts and finishes wars, she has to overlook her crew, and she has to keep her enemies from killing her every time she steps out of her room.
The female's made a name of herself, and Goldenluxury Roux certainly meant a lot - it was an oxymoron of sorts. But, her name, to most, meant something along the lines of: captain of the pirates, enemy to the Pitt, harbinger to traitors, daughter of Pincher Roux. That does not exactly illustrate any sort of interest in things such as art or science (or, in this case, flowers). However, it does not paint a full picture of Goldenluxury Roux, either.
The injured captain would stumble along the island, her torn wings twitching as she moved, her harpy eagle sitting upon her back. Her gaze falls upon the newer crewmate, Dovedepartre, and she would glance to what the female is looking at - paper, clearly, but then something was on the paper, too. The female decides to investigate further, struggling over to the lynx with a neutral expression on her features. [b]"Wha's all that?"[b] she'd ask casually with a croaky voice, looking to the assortment of flowers.
The female's made a name of herself, and Goldenluxury Roux certainly meant a lot - it was an oxymoron of sorts. But, her name, to most, meant something along the lines of: captain of the pirates, enemy to the Pitt, harbinger to traitors, daughter of Pincher Roux. That does not exactly illustrate any sort of interest in things such as art or science (or, in this case, flowers). However, it does not paint a full picture of Goldenluxury Roux, either.
The injured captain would stumble along the island, her torn wings twitching as she moved, her harpy eagle sitting upon her back. Her gaze falls upon the newer crewmate, Dovedepartre, and she would glance to what the female is looking at - paper, clearly, but then something was on the paper, too. The female decides to investigate further, struggling over to the lynx with a neutral expression on her features. [b]"Wha's all that?"[b] she'd ask casually with a croaky voice, looking to the assortment of flowers.
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.