COLT
Not sure where to go from here
I'm stuck in the middle of freedom and fear
Driving fast with no headlights
Praying everything's gonna be alright
I'm stuck in the middle of freedom and fear
Driving fast with no headlights
Praying everything's gonna be alright
She realizes quick enough that he doesn't just look the part, the feral nature of him runs deep. It keeps his manners curt and purposeful, and his words are spared in small, rough amounts. Colt has never minded people who are direct and decisive—prefers it generally to overly placating or mousey sorts. Same as her horses, she likes the ones who are apologetically rowdy, because she always knows where she stands with them. They don't hide their intent, and she appreciates the honesty, even when it's unkind.
Pulling back her unclaimed hand to hook it in her jean pocket instead, unbothered by its dismissal, she lets the rest of what she offers land. Originally having thought maybe he just had her name a bit wrong, understanding settles truer as his word count ticks up, and his accent becomes clear. It's not the same lilt of Sunjata (none is), or the chop of others like smuggling captains and courtesan best friends. It's thick, and new to her, and her lips part subtly as if she means to chew on his voice and taste this new flavor for herself.
Pushing off the rail with her hip, she steps into stride with him, sparing one last parting glance to the pegasus. The animals at least don't mind all his gruffness, and that's proof enough of the good work he still does, however opposite the style to Lena. "While I have you," she hums out, glancing sidelong at him as they walk, at least when her attention isn't snagged by an interesting animal or two in the enclosures they pass by. "I'm planning on hunting an Allogator soon. Got any tips for dealin with 'em?"
Pulling back her unclaimed hand to hook it in her jean pocket instead, unbothered by its dismissal, she lets the rest of what she offers land. Originally having thought maybe he just had her name a bit wrong, understanding settles truer as his word count ticks up, and his accent becomes clear. It's not the same lilt of Sunjata (none is), or the chop of others like smuggling captains and courtesan best friends. It's thick, and new to her, and her lips part subtly as if she means to chew on his voice and taste this new flavor for herself.
Pushing off the rail with her hip, she steps into stride with him, sparing one last parting glance to the pegasus. The animals at least don't mind all his gruffness, and that's proof enough of the good work he still does, however opposite the style to Lena. "While I have you," she hums out, glancing sidelong at him as they walk, at least when her attention isn't snagged by an interesting animal or two in the enclosures they pass by. "I'm planning on hunting an Allogator soon. Got any tips for dealin with 'em?"
These conversations with my head and my heart
Never really ever get me too far
Never really ever get me too far
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.
