08-30-2019, 10:42 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 would not be an unfair assessment to state that these two females were near opposites, though with almost similar purposes. Divinity ran through them both, though in different ways, and they could both be seen as reapers, though Goldie was much more so a self-fulfilling prophecy, filling in for karma. And, most of all: Goldenluxury Roux was everything, in every different explanation given. The tigress was the captain's daughter, the captain, the slave that took down the slavers, the demigoddess of raging storms, an oxymoron, and a woman of many skills she'd forced herself to learn through means of overexertion. The female represented most of what she could ever hope to in life. And now, most of all, she just has one thing left - one thing she would need to truly die fulfilled. To liberate the remaining slaves. To end the process. Destroy that fox she'd placed upon a throne. Karma was something she had proclaimed herself to be many times before: this was to be her most important judgment to execute. And, the time to do so was fast approaching.
The tigress, for now, though, must delay it to her dismay. She may be reckless, straining to her body, but she was not a full on fool. She knew her ultimate limits, and she would not force herself into a battle she did not feel confident she would win. For now, her body is too weak, too exhausted. It needs to regain the strength it would normally contain with each muscled step and raised head, slicing gaze ready to pierce through any soul. Now, her head hung, bandages wrapped about her neck, feathers torn from her wings, healing claw marks around her body. She was getting there, but it would take time - which was her biggest enemy. It had no weaknesses. There was no way to beat time, other than to simply utilize it as much as she could. They only had so much on this world, after all. She did not believe herself to be immortal, only fortunate enough to be given a few chances. (And, to be honest, she would not wish to be immortal. Mortality is what made life so important.)
The captain had made her way over, albeit slowly, in the healing state she was currently in. Her eyes dart from the few crewmates that've already showed up, standing closer to Idyll as her feathered ear tips take in the situation. "Capt'n Goldenluxury Roux, or, whatever nickname ya wanna gimme." She introduces with a painful nod, sharp voice slightly strained. "Welcome t' the pirate crew." It seems her sage has given a sufficient introduction for both themself and indirectly herself. The less talking she had to do now, the better.
The tigress, for now, though, must delay it to her dismay. She may be reckless, straining to her body, but she was not a full on fool. She knew her ultimate limits, and she would not force herself into a battle she did not feel confident she would win. For now, her body is too weak, too exhausted. It needs to regain the strength it would normally contain with each muscled step and raised head, slicing gaze ready to pierce through any soul. Now, her head hung, bandages wrapped about her neck, feathers torn from her wings, healing claw marks around her body. She was getting there, but it would take time - which was her biggest enemy. It had no weaknesses. There was no way to beat time, other than to simply utilize it as much as she could. They only had so much on this world, after all. She did not believe herself to be immortal, only fortunate enough to be given a few chances. (And, to be honest, she would not wish to be immortal. Mortality is what made life so important.)
The captain had made her way over, albeit slowly, in the healing state she was currently in. Her eyes dart from the few crewmates that've already showed up, standing closer to Idyll as her feathered ear tips take in the situation. "Capt'n Goldenluxury Roux, or, whatever nickname ya wanna gimme." She introduces with a painful nod, sharp voice slightly strained. "Welcome t' the pirate crew." It seems her sage has given a sufficient introduction for both themself and indirectly herself. The less talking she had to do now, the better.
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.