COLT
Usually a drink will do the trick
Take the edge off quick
A long gone drive, you know the kind
Where you take a turn and you don't know why
But it clears your mind, a surefire cure
Take the edge off quick
A long gone drive, you know the kind
Where you take a turn and you don't know why
But it clears your mind, a surefire cure
Now, Colt can stand down an angry unicorn, she can sit a storm of hooves, and she can be tough enough to out-stubborn the meanest cows. So let it be known, something has to be extra fucked up if it sends her running and screaming. And it does, mostly because she doesn't know what it is at first. All she sees is something abruptly angling for her, just a whisper of warning that squints her face shut against raised arms, but that meager shield doesn't deflect the seizure of her hair and the subsequent tug.
Chip's head throws up in worry, a draconic snort curling from his nose as he backs up from hands and bird alike. Colt has just enough time to glance over her arm to see the bird return, so throws her arms back up and ducks down, a yell breaking out. "What the FUCK!"
Chip agrees and backs away in a wide-eyed hurry, all his well-practiced sacking out not enough to convince him this isn't something horrific unfolding. Colt's nearly of the same mind, tilting her hat off in the next reprieve and holding it up and to the sky like a distraction or a deterrent, or fuck like a god damn fly swatter if the bird dives for her again. "LEEEENAAA!" she hollers out across the gap between them.
Colt and Chip mostly freak out but she calls for Lena and waves her hat at the bird
Chip's head throws up in worry, a draconic snort curling from his nose as he backs up from hands and bird alike. Colt has just enough time to glance over her arm to see the bird return, so throws her arms back up and ducks down, a yell breaking out. "What the FUCK!"
Chip agrees and backs away in a wide-eyed hurry, all his well-practiced sacking out not enough to convince him this isn't something horrific unfolding. Colt's nearly of the same mind, tilting her hat off in the next reprieve and holding it up and to the sky like a distraction or a deterrent, or fuck like a god damn fly swatter if the bird dives for her again. "LEEEENAAA!" she hollers out across the gap between them.
Colt and Chip mostly freak out but she calls for Lena and waves her hat at the bird
I need somethin' stronger
That'll last a little longer
I could use a love song
That'll last a little longer
I could use a love song
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.
