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
The void is so insistent on destruction it won't even allow a creature die peacefully. It persists, a sure sign of its madness, spurred on by a frenzy she'd never understand. She pities it's grasp on something that had once been beautiful and proud, something smarter than this. With no garden of roses to prick every creature with though, death is the best cure they can provide, and that at least is something natural to the way of the world.
She sinks another arrow into it, the shot coming in behind Vesper's growl like his voice had summoned the sharpness since the indomitable rage of the ruined beast would not heed him. It's unnecessary, really, the rivulets of red already too stark on its black hide, the weakness evident as it staggers and sways, motion something it's trying and failing to remember. The arrow just helps it along, driving into the chest with a final bid for the thing to stop. Stop it does.
Coly pauses for a moment, watching it carefully, another arrow about to be drawn, although she's spent quite a few now. "Can you tell if the further one is dead?" she asks catsper, figuring he had better senses than her right now. It never rose again, but she'd want to make sure it was gone. The living already suffer enough, no need for the dying to as well.
She sinks another arrow into it, the shot coming in behind Vesper's growl like his voice had summoned the sharpness since the indomitable rage of the ruined beast would not heed him. It's unnecessary, really, the rivulets of red already too stark on its black hide, the weakness evident as it staggers and sways, motion something it's trying and failing to remember. The arrow just helps it along, driving into the chest with a final bid for the thing to stop. Stop it does.
Coly pauses for a moment, watching it carefully, another arrow about to be drawn, although she's spent quite a few now. "Can you tell if the further one is dead?" she asks catsper, figuring he had better senses than her right now. It never rose again, but she'd want to make sure it was gone. The living already suffer enough, no need for the dying to as well.
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.
