doing fine enough to know that everyone's a little broken
Colt was familiar with the barrows, but she didn't often frequent them. Call her superstitious, but something about walking all around where the dead were buried didn't sit right with her. Not to mention the perpetual fog that slithered through here as if a living beast, or some spiritual manifestation. Just thinking of it made her skin crawl. No, thank you, she much preferred the wildflower speckled meadows that were nearby, the ones she was trying to get back to after chasing down a dumb dog that had gotten spooked by a thunderstorm and took off in a straight line, as if that would save him.
Said dog panted eagerly in her lap now as she and her buckskin mare wove around the hillside of death.
It was then that Colt heard someone's voice rising above the dead quiet. While not unusual for others to be here, especially if they were tending to the graves or paying respects. No what was strange was the pitch the voice called out in. It could be an argument between a family, Colt supposed, but something in her gut told her there was danger and that the person yelling was in trouble. With a low kiss and press of her heels, her buskin mare moved from a casual jaunt to a made dash, fog billowing in the wake of her black tail that flagged behind her. The dog braced uncertainly, but Colt held him close to her chest.
They rounded a bend and Colt saw the predicament just as the corrupted unicorn's head bobbed up in a threat. Her mare was already moving, but Colt urged her faster, grabbing for the rope at her side. They ran up quick, the buckskin's ears pinned back and teeth flashing as she challenged the strange unicorn. Colt lifted her hands, rope thumping in them, in an attempt to make herself look bigger while she aggressively tutted at the wild and infected thing. "HAH, HAH HAH HAH!" she yelled sternly, the dog's voice rising with hers in a burst of angry barks.
Said dog panted eagerly in her lap now as she and her buckskin mare wove around the hillside of death.
It was then that Colt heard someone's voice rising above the dead quiet. While not unusual for others to be here, especially if they were tending to the graves or paying respects. No what was strange was the pitch the voice called out in. It could be an argument between a family, Colt supposed, but something in her gut told her there was danger and that the person yelling was in trouble. With a low kiss and press of her heels, her buskin mare moved from a casual jaunt to a made dash, fog billowing in the wake of her black tail that flagged behind her. The dog braced uncertainly, but Colt held him close to her chest.
They rounded a bend and Colt saw the predicament just as the corrupted unicorn's head bobbed up in a threat. Her mare was already moving, but Colt urged her faster, grabbing for the rope at her side. They ran up quick, the buckskin's ears pinned back and teeth flashing as she challenged the strange unicorn. Colt lifted her hands, rope thumping in them, in an attempt to make herself look bigger while she aggressively tutted at the wild and infected thing. "HAH, HAH HAH HAH!" she yelled sternly, the dog's voice rising with hers in a burst of angry barks.
For the first time in a long time, I'm doing fine
COLT
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
