SHE'S A MANEATER / return

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GOLDENLUXURY ROUX

I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME

BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.

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How ironic, that she would come home at a time where the female is in such a similar state as one could find her at nearly any point in time last year. Injured, tired, overworked, but still that sense of power flowing through her. Still that determination she never lost, even when he memories had been stolen, even when she was beat down to a pulp, barely alive, fearing for the world. Though, to be fair, she is certainly stronger now. In every way conceivable, she is stronger. And, she is healing. The wounds were not by any means the worst she's seen, and it's not the last time she'll see something like them, more than likely. The worst part had been the lost energy, the pain from her cut across her neck, and that would soon disappear too. She was not a little girl anymore. She was not scared or sad or pathetic. She is a captain, victim of an attempt to be assassinated, and she would not back down. She wasn't known to do so before.

Faces of the past seemed to trickle in now more than ever, and she thinks it may be a sign. Perhaps the Gods wish for her to see her family before she fulfills her purpose. Maybe she will finally see death a final time. Either way, she couldn't complain. This was something she would be grateful for.

The captain would trek over towards the familiar female, heterochromatic eyes blinking towards her. She instantly recognizes her. It would be hard not to. "Well, well. Look what the croc dragged in. Aunt Rox," she'd state with a smile upon her features, pushing herself towards the female quickly. Goldie would aim to wrap the female in a hug, wasting no time to welcome the female back the best way she knew how. "You're smaller than I 'member." She jokes quietly, referring to the fact that last time she'd seen her, she was still a growing bengal cat.