LET MY PEOPLE GO / typhoon visit

I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA

THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME

ϟ GOLDENLUXURY "GOLDIE" ROUX ϟ
noun
ϟ the clash between the eye and the raging storms. ϟ the healing warmth of the sun and the raw brutality of the seas. ϟ the self-fulfilling prophecy and the stolen future. ϟ
"I AM GOLDENLUXURY ROUX."

BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA

BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.

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She has been waiting patiently for this to be executed, her movements careful, words calculated. Everything would fall into place, starting today, and she would gladly be the face of the beginning. Her comrade would make his entrance...another way, undetected until it was too late. The tiger quietly traveled to the jungle, biting back a disgusted look upon her features. It was almost instinctual to let the hatred spill out every single time she stepped foot into the territory, but she has to keep up a kind face today. A casual smile sits upon her features, cold eyes attentive. With her, is a basket, filled with what seems to be wrapped gifts and a letter addressed to Jervis. This was a visit out of kindness; out of appreciation towards their fulfilled deal. Certainly, the captain knew nothing about what was happening in the Pitt. Certainly, she suspected that they had kept true to their word, and the Pitt and Typhoon no longer needed to clash. Oh, most definitely this visit was entirely with happy intentions.

Goldenluxury stood in front of her basket, deciding to remain quiet a few moments before announcing her presence. They most likely would scent the Typhoon before approaching - she was, after all, making no attempts to hide herself. "Aye! 've got some gifts for y'all!" she then calls out in her sharp voice, confident and loud. She maintains her casual expression, though can feel her paws growing more impatient with each passing moment. That soon she'd been preparing for was now, and she is excited.

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