Colt
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
Shit. She thought they had more time. Though the other two Ursur were further away, were still discerning the what and the where of what had happened, but the rest around her launch into another assault while she'd still fumbling to get her weapon notched and lifted. The second creature is felled—she did nothing to help. What a silly little idea she'd had, to think because she could stare down a bull in a pen that she could make it out here with monster hunters. Her life was simple, why was she complicating it like this?
Now wasn't the time. She could think about her bad decisions, assuming she survived them, at a bar later. For now, she had to at least try to be more than dead weight. Trembling, she pressed the arrow against the bowstring. She got closer to the rocks, just as the other Ursur bellow and rocked against them, the force of it sending her staggering back with a gasp. She fell to a knee, grimacing as her joint groaned at the abrupt pressure. It steadied her though, and with a great inhale she took aim, and exhaled steadily. She picked the sensitive areas of the Ursur's face and waiting until a pause between it's thrashing claws. An eye would be nice, but it was small and scrunched around its furious muzzle, so she took the larger target of its snout and released her taut string. She didn't wait, and immediately grabbed and nocked another arrow. Another breath in, another ease of her fingers against the string with the breath out.
Colt stumbles down to one knee and fires 2 arrows at the ursur's nose.
Now wasn't the time. She could think about her bad decisions, assuming she survived them, at a bar later. For now, she had to at least try to be more than dead weight. Trembling, she pressed the arrow against the bowstring. She got closer to the rocks, just as the other Ursur bellow and rocked against them, the force of it sending her staggering back with a gasp. She fell to a knee, grimacing as her joint groaned at the abrupt pressure. It steadied her though, and with a great inhale she took aim, and exhaled steadily. She picked the sensitive areas of the Ursur's face and waiting until a pause between it's thrashing claws. An eye would be nice, but it was small and scrunched around its furious muzzle, so she took the larger target of its snout and released her taut string. She didn't wait, and immediately grabbed and nocked another arrow. Another breath in, another ease of her fingers against the string with the breath out.
Colt stumbles down to one knee and fires 2 arrows at the ursur's nose.
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.
