COLT
Got a head full of noise
About a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid
I got a mind in the gutter
Got trouble on one hand, a beer in the other
About a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid
I got a mind in the gutter
Got trouble on one hand, a beer in the other
It's true the void did not fully depart yet, and those remnants would keep them chasing violet until the last echoes of it remained only in memory. Even then, the world would move on, too accustomed to horrors and monsters to be bogged down by this latest threat, she's just glad they all managed to survive it too.
She nods in appreciation as he grants her access to the barracks, which she supposes he would have welcomed anyway, but always better to ask she finds. "Oh, just gave him some payback," she says casually, although there's a smugness to it. "Lassoed his foot when he was walking by at the rodeo," she says with a grin. "Between ursurs and the Flood, might have to get me an upgraded version of them one of these days." For now though, she'd keep her distance, heeding Deimos' wiser words last time they'd been hunting.
She dusts herself off now that the windows are all opened, the fresh breeze coming in like a greedy hand to swipe out all the stagnant and musty air. She busies herself with rearranging some chairs that have been pushed back crooked, grabbing up any items that seem out of place as she goes, things left out from their homes for too long. "Well, now I'll have to put on another one just for you." It had been a success, but the idea of running it again feels like something she'd rather not dwell on so soon. It'd taken up more resources than she cared to admit, but the memory of it does always bring a smile, making it all worth it, truly. "You can always stop by and get a mini-show," she offers instead, "'bout this time of year we're breaking out the babies and moving the cattle around, so it might not be a big to-do, but guarantee someone's eating dirt on the daily."
She nods in appreciation as he grants her access to the barracks, which she supposes he would have welcomed anyway, but always better to ask she finds. "Oh, just gave him some payback," she says casually, although there's a smugness to it. "Lassoed his foot when he was walking by at the rodeo," she says with a grin. "Between ursurs and the Flood, might have to get me an upgraded version of them one of these days." For now though, she'd keep her distance, heeding Deimos' wiser words last time they'd been hunting.
She dusts herself off now that the windows are all opened, the fresh breeze coming in like a greedy hand to swipe out all the stagnant and musty air. She busies herself with rearranging some chairs that have been pushed back crooked, grabbing up any items that seem out of place as she goes, things left out from their homes for too long. "Well, now I'll have to put on another one just for you." It had been a success, but the idea of running it again feels like something she'd rather not dwell on so soon. It'd taken up more resources than she cared to admit, but the memory of it does always bring a smile, making it all worth it, truly. "You can always stop by and get a mini-show," she offers instead, "'bout this time of year we're breaking out the babies and moving the cattle around, so it might not be a big to-do, but guarantee someone's eating dirt on the daily."
Got the wind in my hair
I got nowhere to go so I'm already there
Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't
If I don't come back, don't come lookin'
I got nowhere to go so I'm already there
Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't
If I don't come back, don't come lookin'
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.
