Colt
I know it's a drag, I know it's a grind
I know that a dollar ain't worth a dime
I know you get tired, I know you get down
I know you get sick of this soul-sucking town
I know that a dollar ain't worth a dime
I know you get tired, I know you get down
I know you get sick of this soul-sucking town
There's a moment where she's worried, when Vesper seems ready to run straight at a wielded blade like it's nothing but a child brandishing a corn stalk. Those still fucking hurt, by the way, when they whip against you and leave welts. Certainly a more manageable pain than being speared to death though.
She tries to press it back into her chest, the concern, as she reaches back for another sharpened arrow. She's anxious to tag the unicorn before the very daring panther winds up skewered, but her nerve trembles just a bit too much for her to trust it, not with him so close in-between now. She's not a soldier, barely would call herself a hunter. She raises her burgers, she doesn't track them and trap them and shoot them down, and if she does, the only risk is the burger running away and her losing an arrow or two, and all her time and patience with it. It's only this problem, the void, that has threatened her enough to try harder at honing skills that others have made into a career.
She drags a breath through her nose, willing the calm back in just as Vesper vanishes in a fold of darkness.
The unicorn is already faltering before he reappears behind it, expecting gory collision and success, not the clear slope of the empty hill, and definitely not the damning counterbalance of the jaguar's body weight and momentum dragging down its hind end. Leave it to Vesper to add some flare to his attempt, the man's as simple as stacking marbles. Her worry dissipates.
A window appears where the front of the struggling unicorn is in frame without Vesper too close to it. She takes the shot before she loses the opening, aiming towards the corrupted thing's throat.
She tries to press it back into her chest, the concern, as she reaches back for another sharpened arrow. She's anxious to tag the unicorn before the very daring panther winds up skewered, but her nerve trembles just a bit too much for her to trust it, not with him so close in-between now. She's not a soldier, barely would call herself a hunter. She raises her burgers, she doesn't track them and trap them and shoot them down, and if she does, the only risk is the burger running away and her losing an arrow or two, and all her time and patience with it. It's only this problem, the void, that has threatened her enough to try harder at honing skills that others have made into a career.
She drags a breath through her nose, willing the calm back in just as Vesper vanishes in a fold of darkness.
The unicorn is already faltering before he reappears behind it, expecting gory collision and success, not the clear slope of the empty hill, and definitely not the damning counterbalance of the jaguar's body weight and momentum dragging down its hind end. Leave it to Vesper to add some flare to his attempt, the man's as simple as stacking marbles. Her worry dissipates.
A window appears where the front of the struggling unicorn is in frame without Vesper too close to it. She takes the shot before she loses the opening, aiming towards the corrupted thing's throat.
Let's make a little lemonade if lemons is all we got
Sunset's like a tangerine, let's find a road we've never seen
Don't waste another mile or a minute not kissin' me
Life is short, make it sweet
Sunset's like a tangerine, let's find a road we've never seen
Don't waste another mile or a minute not kissin' me
Life is short, make it sweet
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.
