Colt
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
Like most things she'd thrown a lasso at, everything happened so fast. Colt scraped against the rocks in her rush to get back behind them, her breaths as quick as her heart. The look on that Ursur's face as it'd turned towards her as the rope was pulled taut—she'd never forget it. Her eyes barely peeked over the rocks, framed by her hat brim, as she watched the trio of owls and dragon fire descend upon the beasts. Weapons flew, and things that were hard to see but better felt, happened in a flurry, sweeping past her with a stirring of air and power and towards the rushing, furious creature. Electric and atmospheric, Koa's and Deimos' skills provided the void touched brute the mercy of demise. Awe coursed across Colt's face, and she was solidly aware just then of how outclassed she was among them. Not just her experience, but her strength. These were seasoned fighters, and she was going to have to just try to hold on and not get in the god's damned way. It'd been a while since she was made to feel so small, as if she was just a little girl in boots trying to get up on a tall horse's saddle all over again.
Time for appreciation later—two more ursur were there and now alert. As Deimos' leadership cut across the heart-hammering moment, Colt jerked her attention to him. He wanted her to lasso another one? She wasn't sure she could keep the are you crazy look from appearing on her face. Either he'd been impressed she'd pulled it off, or it was just the best she could offer. Either way, not that she doubted her skills (even if she was starting to doubt Deimos' sanity), she could not. Shaking her head, she said simply, "I only have the one, getting it back would be too risky." When lassoing cattle, you normally wanted to handle the beast on the other end, and when you were done you'd take the loop off them. If you timed it just right you could snap some motion down the tail and whip the loop off, but not after you'd pulled it taut. It was designed to cinch down and stay on, no matter the forces hauling against it.
"I just have my bow, and my spirit." A horse, and a hat too, which had definitely been tools of hers in the past, but not against ursur, and not with better options on hand. Without waiting for agreement she shoved off the rock, stalking towards Beans to grab the bow and quiver of arrows from his saddle. She'd left it, thinking she'd be on him, and she wanted them ready. For a moment she debated slapping the horse's ass to send it running away from the rocks and the prowling predators, but too late now, she thought, he'd draw their attention in the wrong way.
Colt cannot get her lasso back. She has her bow and arrows or her channeling.
Time for appreciation later—two more ursur were there and now alert. As Deimos' leadership cut across the heart-hammering moment, Colt jerked her attention to him. He wanted her to lasso another one? She wasn't sure she could keep the are you crazy look from appearing on her face. Either he'd been impressed she'd pulled it off, or it was just the best she could offer. Either way, not that she doubted her skills (even if she was starting to doubt Deimos' sanity), she could not. Shaking her head, she said simply, "I only have the one, getting it back would be too risky." When lassoing cattle, you normally wanted to handle the beast on the other end, and when you were done you'd take the loop off them. If you timed it just right you could snap some motion down the tail and whip the loop off, but not after you'd pulled it taut. It was designed to cinch down and stay on, no matter the forces hauling against it.
"I just have my bow, and my spirit." A horse, and a hat too, which had definitely been tools of hers in the past, but not against ursur, and not with better options on hand. Without waiting for agreement she shoved off the rock, stalking towards Beans to grab the bow and quiver of arrows from his saddle. She'd left it, thinking she'd be on him, and she wanted them ready. For a moment she debated slapping the horse's ass to send it running away from the rocks and the prowling predators, but too late now, she thought, he'd draw their attention in the wrong way.
Colt cannot get her lasso back. She has her bow and arrows or her channeling.
It's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo
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.
