COLT
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
And they're harder to hold
The threat of a storm can be seen in the distance over the water. Colt watches it with a wrinkle of thought as she hauls her bow and arrows off the back of Biscuit. The mare seems to feel it too, a little bit jumpier than normal, so Colt murmurs something low under her breath as she pats the buckskin's chest and neck soothingly. The mare keeps alert, ears on an uncertain swivel amid the squalls that blow this way and that over the uneven hillside sloping up from the docks and sea. Soon enough though she settles into an uneasy graze, ripping up the grass like it's revenge more than hunger.
Colt slings the quiver of arrows over her back and tests out the short bow she brought along. She's also got a stack of spare leather scraps, cut into various shapes and sizes, just trash usually, but targets today. She's a bit out of practice when it comes to aerial aim, normally going for something stationary, or something low if it's moving. There's more arc and wind to consider when it's higher up, and this stormfront breeze is only accentuating the point. Well, only one way to shake off the rust and sharpen her skills.
She climbs a bit further up the hillside from her horse, not wanting the wind to throw a stray shot into the damn beast's side leaving her out a good horse and a quick ride home. With that in mind, she angles downwind too.
Colt slings the quiver of arrows over her back and tests out the short bow she brought along. She's also got a stack of spare leather scraps, cut into various shapes and sizes, just trash usually, but targets today. She's a bit out of practice when it comes to aerial aim, normally going for something stationary, or something low if it's moving. There's more arc and wind to consider when it's higher up, and this stormfront breeze is only accentuating the point. Well, only one way to shake off the rust and sharpen her skills.
She climbs a bit further up the hillside from her horse, not wanting the wind to throw a stray shot into the damn beast's side leaving her out a good horse and a quick ride home. With that in mind, she angles downwind too.
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.
