COLT
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
And they're harder to hold
Colt freezes as the doe approaches, rope in hand, too intelligent and calm to be what she seemed. "Wait," she asks, disbelief and a tinge of frustration running along the edge of her voice. "Are you just a shifter?" she asks, rope placed in her hand like a gift, like an apology. Colt tilts her head, mouth slightly ajar with disbelief. Had she been running and hiding in terror this whole time, for no reason?
Well, maybe not no reason, but not the best reason?
Seems she won't get an answer, not exactly anyway, as the pale creature turns away and fades, shimmering into something new in the distance. "WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY SO!?" Colt calls after it, uncertain if she's heard. She stares after the vanishing point for a moment before rounding on the horse with a thin lip of annoyance. "The fucking woods never fail to be weird," she mutters as she takes Beans steadily back towards camp, fully intending to pack the fuck up and leave, even if it means traveling all night. She wants out.
[FIN]
Well, maybe not no reason, but not the best reason?
Seems she won't get an answer, not exactly anyway, as the pale creature turns away and fades, shimmering into something new in the distance. "WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY SO!?" Colt calls after it, uncertain if she's heard. She stares after the vanishing point for a moment before rounding on the horse with a thin lip of annoyance. "The fucking woods never fail to be weird," she mutters as she takes Beans steadily back towards camp, fully intending to pack the fuck up and leave, even if it means traveling all night. She wants out.
[FIN]
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.
