COLT
Unfortunately the bananas don't deter the streak of the ship much, doesn't send it spinning off a rainbow road, nor is her reach enough to pummel the driver. What it does do, is elicit return fire, in...ducks?
Small, duck-shaped baubles of various colors and designs sprinkle down like some horrific rain of chaos. The baby horse rather thinks so too, is certain in fact, that the sky is falling and death is imminent. So, clearly, his only choice is to rid himself of the deadweight on his back. That buckskin head sinks between stiffening knees, hopping post-legged like a crow for a bit before launching into full out bucks that send his heels up as if in warning to the dragon-ship. Colt grits her teeth against the jarring backward bend of his back, gripping on rein tight and rolling a spur up his champagne side. Broncing is one one things she will not abide.
"Mother fucking shitbag get your fucking head on straight you god damn piece of shit baby." she chants as they go, and he finally rounds his nose to her leg, flanks heaving, sweat dripping from the edges of his eyes where his nerves have worn thinnest.
Colt inhales steadily and slowly releases the pressure of the rain, letting them both recover for a second. The baby does so with a tight quiver humming through him, as if he's tired but no less worried. Colt moves to shift her weight down into one boot, to re-wiggle the saddle on center, and that sends the cream colt back into a blitz of feet that nearly gives her whiplash.
Fuck it.
She reaches back in her pack and pulls out a beer, cracking it and pressing it to her lips as she lets the idiot run himself ragged. The ship is still nearby, either angling back towards them or her stupid mount is too focused on spooking at his own shadow he doesn't realize he's running back for it, doesn't matter to her any more. She lobs one of her beers over to the captain, and whether it detonates on impact or results in Melita joining her in a drink, she doesn't really fucking care anymore.
Small, duck-shaped baubles of various colors and designs sprinkle down like some horrific rain of chaos. The baby horse rather thinks so too, is certain in fact, that the sky is falling and death is imminent. So, clearly, his only choice is to rid himself of the deadweight on his back. That buckskin head sinks between stiffening knees, hopping post-legged like a crow for a bit before launching into full out bucks that send his heels up as if in warning to the dragon-ship. Colt grits her teeth against the jarring backward bend of his back, gripping on rein tight and rolling a spur up his champagne side. Broncing is one one things she will not abide.
"Mother fucking shitbag get your fucking head on straight you god damn piece of shit baby." she chants as they go, and he finally rounds his nose to her leg, flanks heaving, sweat dripping from the edges of his eyes where his nerves have worn thinnest.
Colt inhales steadily and slowly releases the pressure of the rain, letting them both recover for a second. The baby does so with a tight quiver humming through him, as if he's tired but no less worried. Colt moves to shift her weight down into one boot, to re-wiggle the saddle on center, and that sends the cream colt back into a blitz of feet that nearly gives her whiplash.
Fuck it.
She reaches back in her pack and pulls out a beer, cracking it and pressing it to her lips as she lets the idiot run himself ragged. The ship is still nearby, either angling back towards them or her stupid mount is too focused on spooking at his own shadow he doesn't realize he's running back for it, doesn't matter to her any more. She lobs one of her beers over to the captain, and whether it detonates on impact or results in Melita joining her in a drink, she doesn't really fucking care anymore.
Cowgirls don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
It's gonna hurt every now and then
If you fall, get back on again
Ride, baby, ride
It's gonna hurt every now and then
If you fall, get back on again
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.
