COLT
I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue
"Don't think I'd know what to do if they were empty, to be honest." Colt laughed a bit. Her focus was snagged by some very curious glotters though, as they had taken note of the shine on her belt buckle. Inlaid with gold from winning past roping events, the trophy on her pants beckoned the greedy water ferrets, and Colt found herself beginning to back away, trying to cover the shine with her shirt and a hand. "So, about being careful with gold," Colt asked with a stretch in her voice, the nerves thinning out the confidence normally there. Although usually brave, Colt did better with what she was used to, and much like the myth of elephant and mice, she also fared better with larger beasts. These small, fast ones were crafty and she didn't think kicking them would be a good solution for a number of reasons.
No smoke, no bullets
No kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
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.
