COLT
You put my fire out each time I lit it
See your demons in the mirror and they keep grinning
Got my backbone back, four years you kept it hidden
See your demons in the mirror and they keep grinning
Got my backbone back, four years you kept it hidden
As she draws upon Liam, her question barely pulling on the quiet, hope is a daring thing she holds in her chest. She waits, what feels like too long, for himt o answer. Noty because he is slow, but because the moments are so very urgent.
Her gaze cradles the destruction rising up beyond him. She knows it well, has been dealing with fire for more years than she likes. It takes and takes and takes, and this season has been the worst of all. From all the excessive rains their grasses have run rampant, and now smothered under Tanau's thumb they have dried and shriveled in excess, kindling just waiting for a warm enough breath. They've all been working to cut them back, to clear them, but the rains caused so much more growth than normal, and this isn't supposed to be the season for fires, so they've been left less prepared than ideal.
The flame takes to a structure , catching from the dry brush. Another jolt of lightning snaps over, closer than she'd like, ozone and smoke rising like an awful perfume. Her horse shies again as a new spark flares further down, and Colt dismounts swiftly, keeping the beast heeled at her hip as Liam's devastating news lands.
"Fuck!" she blurts out again, jaw tight as she glances back and forth, knowing the rest of his words to be true. Fire moves quick, a hungry, living thing that speeds through its meals as if it knows it will soon burn itself out and means to gorge on what it can. Their time is so much more limited than it seems. "No, no, we need more protection with this dry storm," she huffs out with a shake of her head in response to his spirit offer.
She could call Sunjata, and in six seconds he could douse these fires, although she's certain he's weary of all the calls for firefighting, she knows he'd do it. For the same reason she doesn't want the spirit though, she doesn't tug on the line of the Flood either. "We need a god's help now," she mutters. "Frey," she beckons to the nature side, to the one that could turn the weather for them, could add a decent enough rain to this lightning to extinguish whatever sparks continue to land and snuff out the ones that have grown already. "Please, don't let the town burn. Make it rain enough that we're protected until this storm breaks."
Colt channels nature Frey. 1/2 channels for Longheat 320
Her gaze cradles the destruction rising up beyond him. She knows it well, has been dealing with fire for more years than she likes. It takes and takes and takes, and this season has been the worst of all. From all the excessive rains their grasses have run rampant, and now smothered under Tanau's thumb they have dried and shriveled in excess, kindling just waiting for a warm enough breath. They've all been working to cut them back, to clear them, but the rains caused so much more growth than normal, and this isn't supposed to be the season for fires, so they've been left less prepared than ideal.
The flame takes to a structure , catching from the dry brush. Another jolt of lightning snaps over, closer than she'd like, ozone and smoke rising like an awful perfume. Her horse shies again as a new spark flares further down, and Colt dismounts swiftly, keeping the beast heeled at her hip as Liam's devastating news lands.
"Fuck!" she blurts out again, jaw tight as she glances back and forth, knowing the rest of his words to be true. Fire moves quick, a hungry, living thing that speeds through its meals as if it knows it will soon burn itself out and means to gorge on what it can. Their time is so much more limited than it seems. "No, no, we need more protection with this dry storm," she huffs out with a shake of her head in response to his spirit offer.
She could call Sunjata, and in six seconds he could douse these fires, although she's certain he's weary of all the calls for firefighting, she knows he'd do it. For the same reason she doesn't want the spirit though, she doesn't tug on the line of the Flood either. "We need a god's help now," she mutters. "Frey," she beckons to the nature side, to the one that could turn the weather for them, could add a decent enough rain to this lightning to extinguish whatever sparks continue to land and snuff out the ones that have grown already. "Please, don't let the town burn. Make it rain enough that we're protected until this storm breaks."
Colt channels nature Frey. 1/2 channels for Longheat 320
Some things are meant to be, looks like we weren't
When I ran away from you my flame returned
Guess it's safe to say that now the bridge is burned
When I ran away from you my flame returned
Guess it's safe to say that now the bridge is burned
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.
