01-02-2021, 07:13 PM
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.
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.
How was she to react, when everyone around her knew who she was, but she'd simply no idea?
Listen, Diya had recommended; listen to their stories. That was who you were then, and though it need not be you now, it was good to listen. And there was some fortune, for the female appeared to be surrounded by family, friends, and her life before simply seemed public to most. The idea of Goldenluxury Roux was something well defined, but she still had yet to learn it all, to know it, to decide if that was who she was to become. And there was still a lot to be discovered, to be told. It was quite a lot for her damaged head to take in all at once, and so she'd done her best, simply, to take in small amounts, stay within the temple, and with those that claimed to have been her friends, her family, to know them once more. And while everyone could be lying to her, feeding her false information, and she'd be none the wiser, she had no choice but simply to trust in their words. She had a feeling, at least, they were truthful. In their grief, in their sorrow.
But Goldenluxury had not died, not yet. There was no need for such feelings of loss. But still she watched it on their faces, heard it in their words. And she dreaded that once more, upon hearing her name, she'd experience it. The tigress had been strictly within the temple the past several days, given her injured head, but slowly she was beginning to be able to move around more. While she'd heard stories of her moving too much, working non stop, she could not see herself doing such a thing right now. She was excited, to see more of what was her home since birth, to rediscover it. It was beautiful, after all. However, the throbbing of her head, fatigue in her legs, told her when she'd reached her limit. And so, she kept herself to short walks. This one today, simply by chance leads her to the jaglion, head held low as she stumbles closer, balance shifting on her three legs.
She clears her throat, looking around for a moment before focusing fully on the female who'd introduced herself as Deldract. "Hello," she greets quietly at first, tapping her paw on the ground. "I'm Goldenluxury. Um, 've recently...m' head...don' really remember much." The female struggles through an explanation, offering an apologetic tone.
Listen, Diya had recommended; listen to their stories. That was who you were then, and though it need not be you now, it was good to listen. And there was some fortune, for the female appeared to be surrounded by family, friends, and her life before simply seemed public to most. The idea of Goldenluxury Roux was something well defined, but she still had yet to learn it all, to know it, to decide if that was who she was to become. And there was still a lot to be discovered, to be told. It was quite a lot for her damaged head to take in all at once, and so she'd done her best, simply, to take in small amounts, stay within the temple, and with those that claimed to have been her friends, her family, to know them once more. And while everyone could be lying to her, feeding her false information, and she'd be none the wiser, she had no choice but simply to trust in their words. She had a feeling, at least, they were truthful. In their grief, in their sorrow.
But Goldenluxury had not died, not yet. There was no need for such feelings of loss. But still she watched it on their faces, heard it in their words. And she dreaded that once more, upon hearing her name, she'd experience it. The tigress had been strictly within the temple the past several days, given her injured head, but slowly she was beginning to be able to move around more. While she'd heard stories of her moving too much, working non stop, she could not see herself doing such a thing right now. She was excited, to see more of what was her home since birth, to rediscover it. It was beautiful, after all. However, the throbbing of her head, fatigue in her legs, told her when she'd reached her limit. And so, she kept herself to short walks. This one today, simply by chance leads her to the jaglion, head held low as she stumbles closer, balance shifting on her three legs.
She clears her throat, looking around for a moment before focusing fully on the female who'd introduced herself as Deldract. "Hello," she greets quietly at first, tapping her paw on the ground. "I'm Goldenluxury. Um, 've recently...m' head...don' really remember much." The female struggles through an explanation, offering an apologetic tone.
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.