COLT
I wouldn't paint me as a heartbreaker
But I've said a few goodbyes
I'd make a promise but I know later
I'm bound to change my mind
But I've said a few goodbyes
I'd make a promise but I know later
I'm bound to change my mind
Might be an odd thing, speaking to the air like this, Flora as liable to be invisible as imagined. Might have been, at least, were it not for Colt speaking to all manner of creature and inanimate objects each day, just an attempt at comforting herself when the silence of being alone gets a little to heavy to bear. Something grateful for the dogs, something cursed to the corner of the wall that knocks her shoulder when she's in a rush, something to steady the filly she's starting under saddle. So this really just feels like any ordinary day.
"I wasn't, but now I am," she says with a humored edge, a sidelong glance thrown towards the direction of the whispering grass. Something had glimmered at the edge of her vision before she turned, tucked near a shrub, and she reaches for it as she calls out, "you have a history of being bad luck?" It's as her fingers grab the shiny pebble that the shrubbery near it rustles too strong for breeze. Colt's gaze snaps back to it just in time to recoil from a vantablack viper, it's strike hitting the ground where she'd been. "Shit!" Colt bites out, stepping back as the void-infected serpent slithers forth with intent.
"Got a knife on you?" she calls to Flora as her gaze flashes at the movement of the viper, baiting it for another strike before striking out with a boot to the back of its head, holding it down, body twisting up against the leather of her shoe with hate.
"I wasn't, but now I am," she says with a humored edge, a sidelong glance thrown towards the direction of the whispering grass. Something had glimmered at the edge of her vision before she turned, tucked near a shrub, and she reaches for it as she calls out, "you have a history of being bad luck?" It's as her fingers grab the shiny pebble that the shrubbery near it rustles too strong for breeze. Colt's gaze snaps back to it just in time to recoil from a vantablack viper, it's strike hitting the ground where she'd been. "Shit!" Colt bites out, stepping back as the void-infected serpent slithers forth with intent.
"Got a knife on you?" she calls to Flora as her gaze flashes at the movement of the viper, baiting it for another strike before striking out with a boot to the back of its head, holding it down, body twisting up against the leather of her shoe with hate.
Depending on the weather, I'm goin'
And hell, baby, nobody knows when
Maybe I wouldn't be already gone again
If it weren't for the wind
And hell, baby, nobody knows when
Maybe I wouldn't be already gone again
If it weren't for the wind
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.
