COLT
She ought to have headed back home after assisting Deimos and getting in some practice at the barracks, but there's enough wayward thoughts tangling up inside that the idea of getting away for a little bit and just going for a ride sounded nice. Some quiet to think, nothing but the steady sway of the horse's stride and the sound of snow crunching underneath to accompany her. It's cold, sure, but she's dressed for it, always prepared with heaps of layers and jackets when she visits Halo, especially post longheat. The chill helps sharpen her, doesn't let her fully drift into comfort, keeps her mind moving when heat might otherwise lull it.
At least, she thought she'd have nothing more than the tundra wind and the groan of trees adding to the whine of leather and the jingle of metal spurs on slackened boots for her chorus of thought. That doesn't seem to be the case though when an unintelligible chant rouses in the distance, and not long thereafter a series of barks. Curious at best, which is another way of saying nosy, Colt encourages Beans into a faster gait. She doesn't want to barrel in, but she wants to see.
One too many legs is what she does glimpse, which would have been enough to say nope and head out. Unfortunately, Colt might lose sleep, which she can't afford to keep doing, if she knows this woman perished in some hideous fashion to this creature. At the very least, she figured she and Beans could outrun it if shit got bad, and then she could say she tried, enough of an attempt to put her head on her pillow easily. So, with a dramatic sigh, Colt grabs her lariat from her saddle and tosses a loop towards the crystal spider. With so many legs, she figures her odds of snaring one are even better than with cattle. Ideally she'd get more than one, yank back and set Bean's weight in reverse to draw the rope taut and unbalance the pissed off spider, maybe enough to set it on its side and then the stranger could make a clean kill instead of just cussing about it.
At least, she thought she'd have nothing more than the tundra wind and the groan of trees adding to the whine of leather and the jingle of metal spurs on slackened boots for her chorus of thought. That doesn't seem to be the case though when an unintelligible chant rouses in the distance, and not long thereafter a series of barks. Curious at best, which is another way of saying nosy, Colt encourages Beans into a faster gait. She doesn't want to barrel in, but she wants to see.
One too many legs is what she does glimpse, which would have been enough to say nope and head out. Unfortunately, Colt might lose sleep, which she can't afford to keep doing, if she knows this woman perished in some hideous fashion to this creature. At the very least, she figured she and Beans could outrun it if shit got bad, and then she could say she tried, enough of an attempt to put her head on her pillow easily. So, with a dramatic sigh, Colt grabs her lariat from her saddle and tosses a loop towards the crystal spider. With so many legs, she figures her odds of snaring one are even better than with cattle. Ideally she'd get more than one, yank back and set Bean's weight in reverse to draw the rope taut and unbalance the pissed off spider, maybe enough to set it on its side and then the stranger could make a clean kill instead of just cussing about it.
If I go missing, don't bother looking, I'm probably just riding the wind
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
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.
