COLT
He slips from one skin to another with such casual ease, like either is as comfortable as the other. Everyone wears some version of a mask or another, hard to even know the real you sometimes with all the different versions you deal the world, but most of those are just variants of you, not a death-jaguar. Although really, it suits him.
"Oh, don't worry," she says as she gently bats at his arm, a mild chastise for desiring the slaughter of her rodeo. Is that the cat talking, or the man? "There's plenty of danger, and accidents do happen." After all, bulls are dangerous, that's why you don't leave gates unlocked, that's why no one questioned it when her darling late husband accidentally did just that—what a shame.
"C'mon," she urges, turning back towards the waiting wagon. "You might not need ice any more, but I still owe you a beer, or two."
"Oh, don't worry," she says as she gently bats at his arm, a mild chastise for desiring the slaughter of her rodeo. Is that the cat talking, or the man? "There's plenty of danger, and accidents do happen." After all, bulls are dangerous, that's why you don't leave gates unlocked, that's why no one questioned it when her darling late husband accidentally did just that—what a shame.
"C'mon," she urges, turning back towards the waiting wagon. "You might not need ice any more, but I still owe you a beer, or two."
If I go missing, don't bother looking, I'm probably just riding the wind
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
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.
