09-04-2020, 10:34 AM
Images of the wolf flash in her mind once more, eyes wide and staring out, though it's clear they're not really seeing anything. How did the stranger know of him? She clutches her earring tighter, the chill still running through her spine. Georgia's approach would cause distraction, coughs still escaping her body, now desperate for any air.
"Someone's..." she pauses, taking in more breaths, as much as she can. Her lungs felt as if they were on fire, and she knew the feeling enough to say that confidently. "Always someone...tryin' t' kill me." She stops again, trembling body dragging itself more onto the beach now, opting to lay down once she's gotten out of the water. The explanation was simple enough, would work for the moment. It was true - there was always someone wishing to kill Goldenluxury, even if the attempts seemed to have lessen, mostly, over the coarse of the last year. She'd been getting in less trouble, being stuck at home with children, and formerly Sam. But Sam was gone, and the house was cold. But still, this time really wasn't her fault, she'd like to think. She'd just been trying to sit on the beach - she doesn't even know what exactly the other wants with her, besides to obviously kill her. How they'd done it, it hurt. And they clearly knew more about her than the average killer. They shifted into what they did to bother her.
"They p...pulled the air...out of m' body," the female now explains further, bringing a paw to her chest. It felt weak, and she almost finds her mind wandering to wondering if this was how her lover had felt, with her asthma. But she didn't entertain the thought very long. To think of Sam right now would likely set her over the edge. Her gaze moves back towards the shore as she breathes, as if to verify the lion was gone.
But after several moments of breathing and staring, she decides that they most likely would not be trying again. At least, not yet. The paw holding onto her blue feather earring shifts, bringing the object upwards to display it, almost in a victorious manner. "Got...m' earrin' back." Not that the younger members of the group, such as Georgia, would even know the important of such an item. It'd been taken just before she'd joined. But it still mattered to her. It mattered a lot.
"Someone's..." she pauses, taking in more breaths, as much as she can. Her lungs felt as if they were on fire, and she knew the feeling enough to say that confidently. "Always someone...tryin' t' kill me." She stops again, trembling body dragging itself more onto the beach now, opting to lay down once she's gotten out of the water. The explanation was simple enough, would work for the moment. It was true - there was always someone wishing to kill Goldenluxury, even if the attempts seemed to have lessen, mostly, over the coarse of the last year. She'd been getting in less trouble, being stuck at home with children, and formerly Sam. But Sam was gone, and the house was cold. But still, this time really wasn't her fault, she'd like to think. She'd just been trying to sit on the beach - she doesn't even know what exactly the other wants with her, besides to obviously kill her. How they'd done it, it hurt. And they clearly knew more about her than the average killer. They shifted into what they did to bother her.
"They p...pulled the air...out of m' body," the female now explains further, bringing a paw to her chest. It felt weak, and she almost finds her mind wandering to wondering if this was how her lover had felt, with her asthma. But she didn't entertain the thought very long. To think of Sam right now would likely set her over the edge. Her gaze moves back towards the shore as she breathes, as if to verify the lion was gone.
But after several moments of breathing and staring, she decides that they most likely would not be trying again. At least, not yet. The paw holding onto her blue feather earring shifts, bringing the object upwards to display it, almost in a victorious manner. "Got...m' earrin' back." Not that the younger members of the group, such as Georgia, would even know the important of such an item. It'd been taken just before she'd joined. But it still mattered to her. It mattered a lot.
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.