COLT
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
And they're harder to hold
Flicking her bedroll out near the saddle with a wave of her hands, she pat it down and pulled stray twigs and leaves away from it. She much preferred sleeping in open plains where she had the stars to admire, but this forest is thick and she didn't trust they'd break out of it before both her and Beans got too tired to carry on, so here's to hoping a spider doesn't drop down from the boughs and crawl into her mouth tonight.
Grimacing at that idea, Colt leaned back up to her feet and kicked off her boots, spurs tinkling as they landed near the bed roll. Her hat joined the pile, and her belt soon thereafter, large buckle glittering in the glow of twilight. She shimmied out of her jeans, shirt, and undergarments, tossing each unceremoniously on the bed. "Alright, let's go, we'll feel better after a dip, then you can keep eating" she promised the horse as she slipped the loop of her lariat around the base of his head and guided him towards the water, unaware of the predator lurking along such a similar edge. She got a handful of cheese curled up in her other hand, and a bit of twine and metal. Not the best fishing rod, but it might catch something if she was patient.
She picked her steps carefully towards the bank, barefeet avoiding anything slick or sharp. She deposited the fishing gear on a nearby rock, gasping as a splash of water freckled her back as Beans coasted into it with practiced ease. He groaned excessively as he plunged his head in deeper than necessary to drink, and she laughed at him as she slipped in alongside him, the rope coiled in hand and fisted through a bit of his mane in case he went too deep for her to stand. [sat]"Attaboy," she murmured fondly, splashing water across his back where the saddlemarks and sweat built up in pale streaks of foam. She scrubbed at the edges, working out the grime while he did his best impersonation of a hippo.
She might have enjoyed this, might have been content for the night and talked to Beans until they both passed out, but then the tang of something burning hit her nose, and gave Colt pause. Stilling her movements, Colt glanced around, sniffing, 'brow pinched in concern. They must be upwind from it, because it's subtle, and she can't see any smoke yet, but it's definitely there. "C'mon," she clucks to Beans, tugging on the rope to hoist his head from the water. "Something's wrong," she murmurs to him, and as he crashes his giant head back to the surface, he seems to catch wind of it too and shivers with the worry. His head lifts high, rope spinning like sand through her hand, as his ears stand on end, white's edging his dark eyes. Colt begins to back up, feet reaching for the comfort of solid ground.
Grimacing at that idea, Colt leaned back up to her feet and kicked off her boots, spurs tinkling as they landed near the bed roll. Her hat joined the pile, and her belt soon thereafter, large buckle glittering in the glow of twilight. She shimmied out of her jeans, shirt, and undergarments, tossing each unceremoniously on the bed. "Alright, let's go, we'll feel better after a dip, then you can keep eating" she promised the horse as she slipped the loop of her lariat around the base of his head and guided him towards the water, unaware of the predator lurking along such a similar edge. She got a handful of cheese curled up in her other hand, and a bit of twine and metal. Not the best fishing rod, but it might catch something if she was patient.
She picked her steps carefully towards the bank, barefeet avoiding anything slick or sharp. She deposited the fishing gear on a nearby rock, gasping as a splash of water freckled her back as Beans coasted into it with practiced ease. He groaned excessively as he plunged his head in deeper than necessary to drink, and she laughed at him as she slipped in alongside him, the rope coiled in hand and fisted through a bit of his mane in case he went too deep for her to stand. [sat]"Attaboy," she murmured fondly, splashing water across his back where the saddlemarks and sweat built up in pale streaks of foam. She scrubbed at the edges, working out the grime while he did his best impersonation of a hippo.
She might have enjoyed this, might have been content for the night and talked to Beans until they both passed out, but then the tang of something burning hit her nose, and gave Colt pause. Stilling her movements, Colt glanced around, sniffing, 'brow pinched in concern. They must be upwind from it, because it's subtle, and she can't see any smoke yet, but it's definitely there. "C'mon," she clucks to Beans, tugging on the rope to hoist his head from the water. "Something's wrong," she murmurs to him, and as he crashes his giant head back to the surface, he seems to catch wind of it too and shivers with the worry. His head lifts high, rope spinning like sand through her hand, as his ears stand on end, white's edging his dark eyes. Colt begins to back up, feet reaching for the comfort of solid ground.
They'll never stay home
And they're always alone
And they're always alone
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.
