COLT
If it rains it pours so go pour one strong
When it comes to this life, we only get one
When it comes to this life, we only get one
Between numerous hands and some magic, the panels begin to zig-zag out, snaking through the land to create a running aisle. "They need some angle to them to keep strong and steady," she advises, mostly working the chains to seal fences together as others hold them steady or slot them together and line them up for approval. "Watch it," she calls out, glancing over the rise of metal to see someone nearly stand up into a panel that Hawthorn is swinging around with his abilities, the group at times working against each other, at least until they find some manner of flow, everyone hesitating briefly before stepping into their newfound role in the production line of creating a maze of fencework.
Flora's strength keeps the line from toppling over at one point, as too many people got to work fitting panels together before steadying them with angles and connecting chains. Colt's head jerks up at the sudden shudder of metal, brow furrowing in consideration as she tries to pinpoint the flaw, not looking forward to sending any of these to the graveyard before the bulls have even had their way with them yet. "Don't get ahead of yourselves!" she shouts down the lane, but quietly picks up her own pace with the chains. Flora's helpful chirp draws her eye up from the work briefly, glancing over at the Doubletake with a hint of humor before the clang of metal in her hands begs her focus back. "If you're still workshopping that, I'd go with anchor, rolls off the tongue a bit better than human paperweight." She nods towards the Doubletake though, her chin pointing while her hands remain full. "That one's good now, if you could hold those there, they're gonna try to swing out when I tighten this."
The work finishes up, but excess panels remain, because surprise, they get to do it on another side of the arena too! It's a network of structure that has a purpose and a plan for the day of, quickly funneling stock to and from holding pens and action to ensure the crowd isn't left waiting or nothing breaks loose and runs amuck through her property. "Same idea, different side," she grunts, again fastening the first two panels to get them started.
Great job finishing one side of panels, now panels electric boogaloo! This time with added dog chaos as some Speaking Squirrels will dart through the work, evading ranch dogs on their tails.
Flora's strength keeps the line from toppling over at one point, as too many people got to work fitting panels together before steadying them with angles and connecting chains. Colt's head jerks up at the sudden shudder of metal, brow furrowing in consideration as she tries to pinpoint the flaw, not looking forward to sending any of these to the graveyard before the bulls have even had their way with them yet. "Don't get ahead of yourselves!" she shouts down the lane, but quietly picks up her own pace with the chains. Flora's helpful chirp draws her eye up from the work briefly, glancing over at the Doubletake with a hint of humor before the clang of metal in her hands begs her focus back. "If you're still workshopping that, I'd go with anchor, rolls off the tongue a bit better than human paperweight." She nods towards the Doubletake though, her chin pointing while her hands remain full. "That one's good now, if you could hold those there, they're gonna try to swing out when I tighten this."
The work finishes up, but excess panels remain, because surprise, they get to do it on another side of the arena too! It's a network of structure that has a purpose and a plan for the day of, quickly funneling stock to and from holding pens and action to ensure the crowd isn't left waiting or nothing breaks loose and runs amuck through her property. "Same idea, different side," she grunts, again fastening the first two panels to get them started.
Great job finishing one side of panels, now panels electric boogaloo! This time with added dog chaos as some Speaking Squirrels will dart through the work, evading ranch dogs on their tails.
So I'm dead set on living while I'm still alive
Dead set on living til the day I die
Dead set on living til the day I die
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.
