09-19-2020, 08:47 PM
A month has passed since everything, and the pain has yet to go away, but the female and the rest of them had to carry on as always. And she, for one, was beginning to grow tired of the self pity, the travesty. Especially now that she's returned with her son, safe and home, and her move back to the Tempest seems to be a welcome change thus far. The familiar air brought back a greater sense of purpose once more, a reminder of what she was supposed to be doing, why she was doing it. The horn blares, and the tigress flies up to the throne, used just days before with Roan's own announcements for their newest members of the necro mamba team. Her tail curls around her paws, twitching quietly as she preps in her mind while others shuffle in. Last time, she'd not been so sure what she even had to say. There was no thoughts regarding any plans, what would happen next, but she feels more confident now. There was more on the horizon, and they would busy themselves once more.
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.