doing fine enough to know that everyone's a little broken
As she'd hoped the void beast turned its horn on the assault of her attack, which allowed her lasso to sail directly over the long and pointed tip. Quickly Colt pulled the rope taut, tightening the large loop needed to capture into a snug band to hold. She wrapped the slack around the horn, careful to keep her thumb up and out of the way of the tension, as well as the dog still barking wildly in her arms. Her mare moved away from the unicorn, guided by heels and herding sense. Like a leash, they tugged on the rope around the unicorn's horn. The beast gave into the pressure after an initial jerk. It was why she'd gone for the horn instead of the neck; unicorns were liable to charge you if you got their neck, the sword's reach dangerously long and precise. Control that blade, and you controlled the beast.
They loped away, and as they ran Colt began to ease some slack into the line, jostling the horn off and veering away. Already in motion, the unicorn continued, likely a little rattled from having its horn held so firmly. It was alive though, and no worse for the wear. Much as she loathed the infected creatures, pitied them, she couldn't bring herself to attack the poor unicorns that had fallen to the poison.
Colt worked her lasso back into a coil as the buckskin mare trotted back towards Flora. The dog had quieted, its tongue hanging free as if in exhaustion of all the hard work he'd done. "You alright?" Colt asked as they halted, her lasso looped back to the side of the saddle. She slid out of the leather seat, leaving the dog with the reins, and landed with a little hop near the stranger. "I'm Colt." She dipped her hat in greeting, offering an easy grin and wide eyes that seemed to say, 'that was a close one', as she dusted her pants off.
They loped away, and as they ran Colt began to ease some slack into the line, jostling the horn off and veering away. Already in motion, the unicorn continued, likely a little rattled from having its horn held so firmly. It was alive though, and no worse for the wear. Much as she loathed the infected creatures, pitied them, she couldn't bring herself to attack the poor unicorns that had fallen to the poison.
Colt worked her lasso back into a coil as the buckskin mare trotted back towards Flora. The dog had quieted, its tongue hanging free as if in exhaustion of all the hard work he'd done. "You alright?" Colt asked as they halted, her lasso looped back to the side of the saddle. She slid out of the leather seat, leaving the dog with the reins, and landed with a little hop near the stranger. "I'm Colt." She dipped her hat in greeting, offering an easy grin and wide eyes that seemed to say, 'that was a close one', as she dusted her pants off.
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.
