NEVER THOUGHT TO QUESTION WHY // cdc prompt

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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags

goldie had been drawn by the scent of blood. her movements were quick and careful as she walked towards the source. her tired expression became alarmed and worried. her thoughts drew back to how she is so useless for letting her crewmates get hurt. she needed to protect them. it's so important that she did. except, when she arrived there, she was greeted with the sight of caesar and a stranger.

she scanned the stranger, striking green eyes holding an almost bewildered look. it was clear the other was dead and had washed ashore. she frowned, hating the sight of death, no matter who it was. this feline probably had people who cared about them and now they were taken away. they wouldn't even be able to be identified, she assumed - she didn't recognize any scent. besides, the sight always brought her back to her papa, especially with the way caesar was letting them bleed.

speaking of which, why was he doing that? her nose scrunched up and she peered towards the male, expression clearly upset. "the hell you doin', caesar?" she questioned, words holding an icy edge. she took a small step forward, ears pressed to her head. "leave 'em alone, they're already beat." she demanded. this was just disrespectful at this point. she sniffled, unsure of what to say. she hoped whoever this was had a good life.