Colt
A heart on the run keeps a hand on the gun
Can't trust anyone
Can't trust anyone
She can’t see Jesse’s expression, but she can hear the touch of wonder in her voice, the way it softens her tone into something striving to grasp this feeling. ”Right?” Colt tosses back over her shoulder with a smile. ”Get going fast and you practically feel like you turn into the wind itself.” A few Attuned with faster and more aerial shifts might have a thing or two to say about that, but for her, this is as good as it gets. Well, that and the few times she’s ridden a pegasus, but even on the ground, the horses get damn near close. ”Makes you feel alive, and you realize all this time you’ve just kinda been sleeping.”
She could go on until her mouth ran dry, but she minds herself before she talks the girl’s ears off. Instead, her focus pivots to the dog trotting alongside them, stopping occasionally to sniff at a blade or two of grass and then surging ahead to catch back up. ”One day he just might,” she laughs, although she highly doubts it, and so do the squirrels, but Smooches believes and she supposes that’s enough.
Shaking her head faintly, wig shifting beneath her hat with the motion, Colt glances back down at Smooches. ”Nah, I ain’t bonded to anything like that, if that’s what you mean.” She’s considered a dragon a time or two, but she’s secretly reserving her soul for a pegasus, not entirely sure it’s possible but hoping there’d be some sort of connection one day when she could manage to brave the top of the world and break one. ”Besides, he’s Frey’s dog. Brought him as a pup to their shrine as an offering. Frey kissed ‘im, but left him here, so I said I’d look after him until he grew enough to look after himself at their shrine.” He’s passed a year now, still puppy-like in build and manner, so she doesn’t deem him ready quite yet. Might be deluding herself that he ever would be, honestly, with what a goof he is. ”That’s why he has the name he does.”
She could go on until her mouth ran dry, but she minds herself before she talks the girl’s ears off. Instead, her focus pivots to the dog trotting alongside them, stopping occasionally to sniff at a blade or two of grass and then surging ahead to catch back up. ”One day he just might,” she laughs, although she highly doubts it, and so do the squirrels, but Smooches believes and she supposes that’s enough.
Shaking her head faintly, wig shifting beneath her hat with the motion, Colt glances back down at Smooches. ”Nah, I ain’t bonded to anything like that, if that’s what you mean.” She’s considered a dragon a time or two, but she’s secretly reserving her soul for a pegasus, not entirely sure it’s possible but hoping there’d be some sort of connection one day when she could manage to brave the top of the world and break one. ”Besides, he’s Frey’s dog. Brought him as a pup to their shrine as an offering. Frey kissed ‘im, but left him here, so I said I’d look after him until he grew enough to look after himself at their shrine.” He’s passed a year now, still puppy-like in build and manner, so she doesn’t deem him ready quite yet. Might be deluding herself that he ever would be, honestly, with what a goof he is. ”That’s why he has the name he does.”
I was so sure what I needed was more
Tried to shoot out the sun
Tried to shoot out the sun
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.
