THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN / raid

[bubblegum]

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
    but the clouds are clearing up
        and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
                                              like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

Unlike Stryker, she'd always had her home, her family, and her prosperity. She was born into her title, heiress of the pirates, albeit their system being through work and promotion, she'd shown her dedication to her papa, her home, and the rest of her family quite early on. The right to freedom was given by birth, and she saw no such difference now. She'd grown up in this ship, between these walls, with these creaks. No matter what she was faced with through the door, she had the advantage in the end. More numbers on her side, greater strength, and familiarity to a home she's known since birth. This was what she was owed. No matter what victories the lion claims to believe he has won, the Typhoon was not one to be destroyed. The pirates were, if nothing else, winners. And they were damn stubborn about that streak as well. The male would know nothing of their culture, their care of their own archipelago, their tolerance and watchful eyes, listening ears, as it displayed its power to them. It spoke to them, and in turn they would listen. It provided to them, and in turn, they gave back. It was a connection that went beyond any blood.

And thus, the blood she would spill today, whether her own or others, would be for her home. And in turn, it would be given a silent blessing by the waves, the beaches, the jungles, and everything in between.

And so, no matter the outcome of her own life, the female would approach her room with a silent confidence. To find the male waiting inside for her was not a surprise, but not a welcome sight either. She would need to spend a few days to clean out the stench after this was all over. Nonetheless, the forefront of her mind would be responding to the actions at hand - the male shoving into her, trying to knock her over. Although he makes contact, the tigress is able to catch herself, letting out a rumbling growl.

"I don' remember invitin' such ugly company." The female sneers, letting out a snobbish laugh towards the other. One thing Stryker should know about Goldie by now was that she got talkative when she was having fun. She was furious, and had plenty of amusement from insulting them to their faces, but she also wanted to make him angry. They were trying to both take her on, and thus she was outnumbered, so she would simply need to make the most of what she had. She knows she is stronger than both of them. She knows she has plenty of others not far away. The Coalition members could only distract their own arms for so long. And, honestly, she'd rather not spill blood in her own room. "Why not join us outside, snake? One may think you're scared," the tigress taunts, baring her teeth. "An' you wouldn' wanna keep your fans waitin', would you?"

She did not make any moves yet, her eyes glance towards the sword in the wall. Her cutlass - he was trying to hide it from her, but she would simply have to maneuver herself towards it. For the time being, the female decides to focus on dodging. Wear out the others, get closer to her weapon of choice, and end it quickly and easily.