return — FEELS LIKE A RIVER

[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.

Kian had managed to leave to the one group mostly unaffected by last month's events just a few weeks before they'd all gone down. Still, it was apparent what had happened. The monthly meeting had been quite a spectacle, the news of Stryker's tyranny quickly spreading. And in the end, the Pitt had been called to aid them end it. But that didn't mean that everything was over. The effects were still felt, a group had still been destroyed, leaders killed, individuals used, and plenty forever scarred by what unfolded. The tigress was no exception, and neither would be multiple members that'd already approached. Whatever he'd known Goldenluxury to be before all of this, she was not the same. She was no captain, no courageous leader, only a shell, forgotten memories, lost head, and whatever fire that burned was drowned out by the endless, viscous waves.

And this Goldenluxury didn't know who the male was that stood at their gate. She could figure out, by the words of himself and others, that he was a returning member. She would approach slowly, looking the other over carefully. Her tail twitches as he interacts with Keona - his daughter proven by their exchange, taking a mental note for the future. She stood slightly away from the group, waiting her turn to speak, wondering what she would explain, if anything need to be explained at all. She would start, how she always would, at least. "Hello, welcome home," the tigress greeted with a small nod first and foremost. "Uh, 'm Goldenluxury Roux, or Goldie. Is' nice t' meet you...or meet you again, if this is the case."