09-08-2020, 02:41 PM
It was not very often Goldenluxury found proper rest - there were many reasons attached to it, most notably being a silent distrust she'd held towards it since she was a child. It resulted in death, pain when she slept. Resulted in time wasted, things lost, unsurety. When she did manage to, it would be next to her children, would be on the couch, or a particularly comfortable part of the beach. A thought of leaving the death was arising, and soon she would discuss it, she plans. Though there was hesitation, a guilt in leaving this hut behind. But it held too much. She didn't want to be a part of it. Still, with the event that'd taken place just days ago now, air stripped of her lungs, she's found herself with less energy in general. It was harder to breathe, more painful to do tasks. And as she awakes upon the couch in the morning, she would follow her usual routine of silently opening the door to her childrens' room, simply to check on them, see if any had awoken. And it became apparent, as one was missing, that at least one was awake.
She quietly takes note of this, deciding it would be best if she figured out where the young boy had gone before doing anything else. Her first thought is the other rooms in their hut, though she does all that she can to skip what was her bedroom. Instead, she settles for pressing an ear against it, sniffing at it. When nothing but the normal scent and sound of death reached her senses, she quickly leaves the hut, moving now to figure out where her son was. Perhaps he'd gone to the shore. It would not be abnormal. She settles on using her senses to navigate her, head held low as she follows his scent. It eventually leads her to one of the two exits and entrances to their archipelago. And he still wasn't there. A realization reaches her features.
"Has anyone seen Lovekit?" she would call loudly at first, voice faltering. His scent was a few hours old by now, and it reached outside of the gate. The captain was clearly tense, already certain what the answer would end up being. No's, he must have slipped out, perhaps a snarky, hypocritical comment from Aphra. The tigress didn't give a shit about any of that really, though. She knew the answer would be he slipped away, and that it was her fault, and they needed to find him immediately. The world was too dangerous right now, he could be taken in an instant, and she couldn't bare to lose another family member, much less have any more stains of children on her paws. She couldn't fail them like this.
Her face contorts in a mixture of anxiety and anger, tail lashing out behind her. She's already taking steps away from the island, her head held low as she tries to differentiate the smell of her son and the scents of the ocean and island surrounding them. They needed to find him. There was no time to waste. Her paws shook as she took a few steps forward, ears perked.
She quietly takes note of this, deciding it would be best if she figured out where the young boy had gone before doing anything else. Her first thought is the other rooms in their hut, though she does all that she can to skip what was her bedroom. Instead, she settles for pressing an ear against it, sniffing at it. When nothing but the normal scent and sound of death reached her senses, she quickly leaves the hut, moving now to figure out where her son was. Perhaps he'd gone to the shore. It would not be abnormal. She settles on using her senses to navigate her, head held low as she follows his scent. It eventually leads her to one of the two exits and entrances to their archipelago. And he still wasn't there. A realization reaches her features.
"Has anyone seen Lovekit?" she would call loudly at first, voice faltering. His scent was a few hours old by now, and it reached outside of the gate. The captain was clearly tense, already certain what the answer would end up being. No's, he must have slipped out, perhaps a snarky, hypocritical comment from Aphra. The tigress didn't give a shit about any of that really, though. She knew the answer would be he slipped away, and that it was her fault, and they needed to find him immediately. The world was too dangerous right now, he could be taken in an instant, and she couldn't bare to lose another family member, much less have any more stains of children on her paws. She couldn't fail them like this.
Her face contorts in a mixture of anxiety and anger, tail lashing out behind her. She's already taking steps away from the island, her head held low as she tries to differentiate the smell of her son and the scents of the ocean and island surrounding them. They needed to find him. There was no time to waste. Her paws shook as she took a few steps forward, ears perked.
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.