Colt
The devil's always on my heels, but I keep him on his toes
It might be the highway, and it might be these songs
It might be the whiskey or the smoke inside these lungs
It might be the highway, and it might be these songs
It might be the whiskey or the smoke inside these lungs
The branch of lightning flashes and fades, and the pealing horror of screams goes with it, fading into what seems like an ordinary storm and leaving Colt briefly wondering if she has fully fucking lost it. This feeling isn't helped when Thal barely blinks at it, but at least she acknowledges it happened. With her spine ramrod straight, Colt swings her gaze back towards Thal and the offer of an explanation. Her expression of concern immediately dissolves at the continued ribbing, the air deflating from her in a long scoff, and all her rigidity with it. "I fucking hate it." The rain, that is, although her shitlist has a noticeable length to it. Scream rain is just the latest addition.
Glancing down at where her cigarette lies in a collection of water and dirt, steadily getting soggier and soggier, she sighs. "I'm in Torchline to sell most of my business," she mutters to Thal, a bitterness coloring the explanation. "The road is a plus." A bit too colorful for her tastes, truth be told, but she could appreciate it for what it is, especially this first time really seeing it. All her past visits to Torchline stayed close to the trading areas generally, but it's nice to see a different side of Frey here.
"Ranch burned down," she offers up, flicking out the words quickly, a bit of a grimace closing behind them. "It's all gone. Everything." She's let her gaze stay trained on the shiny stones, but at last she glances back towards Thal. She doesn't look for anything from the ancient, just offers up the hard truth as the intensity of her expression solidifies what she means. "Came here to sell off most the herds. Been thinking about what's next now." Day by day is fine, but the day's been damn long it feels like.
Glancing down at where her cigarette lies in a collection of water and dirt, steadily getting soggier and soggier, she sighs. "I'm in Torchline to sell most of my business," she mutters to Thal, a bitterness coloring the explanation. "The road is a plus." A bit too colorful for her tastes, truth be told, but she could appreciate it for what it is, especially this first time really seeing it. All her past visits to Torchline stayed close to the trading areas generally, but it's nice to see a different side of Frey here.
"Ranch burned down," she offers up, flicking out the words quickly, a bit of a grimace closing behind them. "It's all gone. Everything." She's let her gaze stay trained on the shiny stones, but at last she glances back towards Thal. She doesn't look for anything from the ancient, just offers up the hard truth as the intensity of her expression solidifies what she means. "Came here to sell off most the herds. Been thinking about what's next now." Day by day is fine, but the day's been damn long it feels like.
Ain't no way around it, one day I'm gonna die
If something's gonna kill me
Might as well be what makes me feel alive
If something's gonna kill me
Might as well be what makes me feel alive
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.
