COLT
I had a vision last night
Horses on the granite plains
That sound of freedom stampeding
Why can't I feel the same?
Horses on the granite plains
That sound of freedom stampeding
Why can't I feel the same?
There's no audible response to the name, but Colt's features ease a touch at the offering, a sign of something more than dismissal growing. Not that she'd have minded if Peach remained, she's not exactly stumbling through the jungle looking for friendship—helluva lot easier to find it in the bars anyway. She does appreciate the promise in the change though, because Colt can always value someone who values themselves. Maybe it's also something to do with keeping company among so many dogs for so long, but she kinda likes it when there's a lot of teeth on display too.
A grunt and a shrug is all that Thalassa receives in return about the horse, Colt too busy running her own, more careful hand down her leg as if in reassurance it's as fucked as it feels. The answer is still yes. Inhaling deep and shifting to make the transition to her feet as kind as possible, an easier feat now that she knows what's hurt, she is surprised when Thalassa darts off on her own to retrieve the mare. Colt hadn't meant to assign her the task, although it's certainly easier, because by the time Thal's drug Biscuit back, Colt's finally back to standing, boot in hand like a sorry trophy of the whole event.
There's the faintest shape of amusement wearing into place as she watches Thal grumpily match back with a less than helpful horse. It's a certain walk of shame she's done plenty—a pissed off march with a still-balking steed. Unlike the usual reasons for such a strut though, Biscuit did the best she could with what she'd been provided, not that it didn't change the fact she had to be retrieved. "Thanks," she says low and in passing, like it's just a simple thing, while she takes back her horse and swings into the saddle, a bit awkward as she has to do it from the right side, which isn't the usual, and she lifts her left leg high in the arch to ensure it doesn't smack anything along the way. Biscuit's trembling and bleeding, but it'd take them ages with Colt limping along, so they'll just have to make due in their sorry state. Colt offers Thal to hop on too if she'd rather not shift or walk, but one way or another, they depart this fucked up jungle and head for the fountain.
[FIN]
A grunt and a shrug is all that Thalassa receives in return about the horse, Colt too busy running her own, more careful hand down her leg as if in reassurance it's as fucked as it feels. The answer is still yes. Inhaling deep and shifting to make the transition to her feet as kind as possible, an easier feat now that she knows what's hurt, she is surprised when Thalassa darts off on her own to retrieve the mare. Colt hadn't meant to assign her the task, although it's certainly easier, because by the time Thal's drug Biscuit back, Colt's finally back to standing, boot in hand like a sorry trophy of the whole event.
There's the faintest shape of amusement wearing into place as she watches Thal grumpily match back with a less than helpful horse. It's a certain walk of shame she's done plenty—a pissed off march with a still-balking steed. Unlike the usual reasons for such a strut though, Biscuit did the best she could with what she'd been provided, not that it didn't change the fact she had to be retrieved. "Thanks," she says low and in passing, like it's just a simple thing, while she takes back her horse and swings into the saddle, a bit awkward as she has to do it from the right side, which isn't the usual, and she lifts her left leg high in the arch to ensure it doesn't smack anything along the way. Biscuit's trembling and bleeding, but it'd take them ages with Colt limping along, so they'll just have to make due in their sorry state. Colt offers Thal to hop on too if she'd rather not shift or walk, but one way or another, they depart this fucked up jungle and head for the fountain.
[FIN]
I've been sipping on a poison
Even on the days I taste it
Run into the same wall
All because I just can't face it
Even on the days I taste it
Run into the same wall
All because I just can't face it
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.
