01-17-2021, 01:00 AM
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.
Whatever the female felt towards the act of violence, in general, she wouldn't be so sure. In the past, before all of this, Goldie had been very careful, very precise in deciding who she killed. The Typhoon had dealt with mainly peace, despite their warbound ways, underneath her leadership simply due to this precision. Senseless violence had lead nowhere, and she was not to pleased by the idea of being able to decide when and where someone's life would end, not unless they'd a good reason for it. Despite this, she hadn't been one to really judge either, so long as it wasn't towards an ally. Nonetheless, things were different now. She was not captain, and she held no knowledge of how she truly was when she held such a position - only rumors, stories, and feelings. And the feeling she'd possess when approaching the scene would be a slight indifference, mixed with concern for the boy who'd come before her. Lovefool, one of her sons, was here, and he was quite displeased.
She doesn't say anything as she grows closer, eyes observing the scene, moving closer towards her son. She'd not much opportunity to interact with any of her children since the incident, and she figured part of it was from their own wishes. They were not exactly thrilled to find out their mother did not remember them. She still held a deep passion, deep desire to take care of them, know they were safe, happy, even if she didn't quite know how to cross that bridge yet. She thinks, perhaps this situation was an opening, even if just a small one. A paw reaches out for her son, eyes glancing between the scene of Xhocoatl and the disgust of Lovefool. "Perhaps it would be best t' let Roxie know o' the trespasser n' dispose o' the body in private." She'd suggest lightly, voice calm.
She doesn't say anything as she grows closer, eyes observing the scene, moving closer towards her son. She'd not much opportunity to interact with any of her children since the incident, and she figured part of it was from their own wishes. They were not exactly thrilled to find out their mother did not remember them. She still held a deep passion, deep desire to take care of them, know they were safe, happy, even if she didn't quite know how to cross that bridge yet. She thinks, perhaps this situation was an opening, even if just a small one. A paw reaches out for her son, eyes glancing between the scene of Xhocoatl and the disgust of Lovefool. "Perhaps it would be best t' let Roxie know o' the trespasser n' dispose o' the body in private." She'd suggest lightly, voice calm.
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.