// Different night, same rodeo //
The unicorn beneath her consumes the sloppy ground with an ease provided by cloven hooves, one of the reasons she'd chosen this gelding over her usual options. Her speed is no longer necessary though, which isn't something she realizes until the distant shape of Alys comes back into view. She forgot in her hurry that Alys had more than a bow and arrow at her disposal. Colt always has to depend on her mounts and the tools she keeps on hand, decisions cut sharp and quick with limited choices available otherwise. Still, wasted as her own efforts had been, she's relieved the deed is done—the arrow Alys' looses downing the deer permanently.
"You got it," she says, only a touch breathless as she rejoins the seer and slides off the snorting unicorn's back. Some of the run and the easing of her own worries have made the anxious beast less on alert, but he's still jumpier than before. She pats at his neck in a steadying manner once she's back on the ground, taking his 'rein' back to a lead. "Good," she sighs, her bandana wavering with the force of her exhale, the shape of it still fighting stench and frost around the lower half of her face.
"I think we're good then, two should be plenty, and the herd's long gone anyway." The one Alys just shot is closest now, so Colt moves towards it, glancing back at Alys as they walk. "I think maybe we were a touch too far," she offers as explanation, catching the crease that Alys had worn upon her approach. "Mine was sharpened in a quiver by Frey, so it landed deeper." A shrug. "The downside to hunting one way or another. S'why I prefer ranching." She might not also be the butcher, but she knows she sends her cattle off to a manufactured death that's sure and swift.
"How'd you catch up to it anyhow?" she wonders, guessing at magic but not quite sure what. She pauses by the body, leaning down to grab the front feet and waiting for Alys to grab the back so they can haul it up to the unicorn and tie it down.
"You got it," she says, only a touch breathless as she rejoins the seer and slides off the snorting unicorn's back. Some of the run and the easing of her own worries have made the anxious beast less on alert, but he's still jumpier than before. She pats at his neck in a steadying manner once she's back on the ground, taking his 'rein' back to a lead. "Good," she sighs, her bandana wavering with the force of her exhale, the shape of it still fighting stench and frost around the lower half of her face.
"I think we're good then, two should be plenty, and the herd's long gone anyway." The one Alys just shot is closest now, so Colt moves towards it, glancing back at Alys as they walk. "I think maybe we were a touch too far," she offers as explanation, catching the crease that Alys had worn upon her approach. "Mine was sharpened in a quiver by Frey, so it landed deeper." A shrug. "The downside to hunting one way or another. S'why I prefer ranching." She might not also be the butcher, but she knows she sends her cattle off to a manufactured death that's sure and swift.
"How'd you catch up to it anyhow?" she wonders, guessing at magic but not quite sure what. She pauses by the body, leaning down to grab the front feet and waiting for Alys to grab the back so they can haul it up to the unicorn and tie it down.
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.
