// Different night, same rodeo //
"Y'know," Colt drawls with a long sigh, muffled through the black bandana she's drawn over the lower half of her face. "I thought it'd stink less here this time of year," she admits, and though it can't be seen, her nose wrinkles. Carefully she picks her way through the marsh, boot occasionally skating over the frozen methane and cracking it, fresh rot and stink releasing like a breath she fights not to gag against. "Can't imagine the smell during the hottest time of the year though." Like anything festering, it does worse with warmth.
She'd not been eager to return here after the toad tongue lashing she received last time, especially with her quiver not yet improved. But, well, when help had been asked to gather food for King's End and the oncoming Longnight, Colt decided fuck it, why not take the already difficult task of hunting and make it even harder by doing it in a rather inhospitable and disgusting region? "Remind me never to open my mouth again," she mutters to Alys by way of apology, cringing as mud she thought was more firm splashes up her jeans with gods knows what.
She's already not a hunter by trade, but she knows enough to manage. Except, tracking herds in familiar land, as familiar creatures she'd grown up alongside, with easy to follow prints pressed into meadows is a hell of a lot easier than wandering through this murk. "Sure hope these gilled musk deer are worth it." Even if they find them, they still have to bring them down, and then haul them back. Although, Colt has that covered for them, her hand holding the lead of a larger, drafty unicorn gelding. He could bear quite a few carcasses, and he's smarter than her horses, so he's not liable to get himself stuck so easily.
She'd not been eager to return here after the toad tongue lashing she received last time, especially with her quiver not yet improved. But, well, when help had been asked to gather food for King's End and the oncoming Longnight, Colt decided fuck it, why not take the already difficult task of hunting and make it even harder by doing it in a rather inhospitable and disgusting region? "Remind me never to open my mouth again," she mutters to Alys by way of apology, cringing as mud she thought was more firm splashes up her jeans with gods knows what.
She's already not a hunter by trade, but she knows enough to manage. Except, tracking herds in familiar land, as familiar creatures she'd grown up alongside, with easy to follow prints pressed into meadows is a hell of a lot easier than wandering through this murk. "Sure hope these gilled musk deer are worth it." Even if they find them, they still have to bring them down, and then haul them back. Although, Colt has that covered for them, her hand holding the lead of a larger, drafty unicorn gelding. He could bear quite a few carcasses, and he's smarter than her horses, so he's not liable to get himself stuck so easily.
Colt
// Set me on fire, put me out like smoke //
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.
