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 question that Thal poses catches Colt off guard enough that she twists in her seat to better behold the ancient. She blinks away the startling show of loyalty, the dew collected in her lashes giving a brightness back to her eyes that could rival the stones of this road. "I'm guessing you don't let anyone ever make it onto your bad side?" Colt wonders with a huff of a laugh, shaking her head at the ridiculous notion of taking on Tanau for this, much as an unbidden streak of thrill at that idea rollicks through her. It's one thing to offer up an attack on behalf of her, but a willingness to face a god, even if only in show, is a bold claim to make. She can't imagine who makes it past affronting Thal directly. Colt tucks it all away into the shape of her smile, grateful.
She glances back out at the screaming sky as another streak of lightning daggers across it with a frightening display. Her shoulders only lurch up slightly this time, but she still feels it echo through her teeth. "I do still owe you a day on sea," she muses, the humor deepening even if she has not true intention of fulfilling that little arrangement. "Such a shame you never got to be a cowpoke for a day," Colt drawls, the words slipping sideways out her mouth. She glances sidelong at the ancient, if only to capture the look of distaste she's sure to find there.
"Although," she hums, head tilting back straight as she peers across the road to a distant horizon line. "I am considering doing something a little wild. I keep thinking about it, but I keep coming back to it, even though it seems... crazy." She's slept on it for a few nights now, and has let it slip like a secret note to a few people, testing the yield or the balk like a new horse to a bit. She knew from the start she couldn't do it alone, but Deimos had been the first to tell it to her plain, and she doesn't disagree that she might be able to dream and scheme just fine on her own, but if everyone found her deluded, that's all they'd remain. "I think Hak Etme might be worth turning into something. You ever been?"
She glances back out at the screaming sky as another streak of lightning daggers across it with a frightening display. Her shoulders only lurch up slightly this time, but she still feels it echo through her teeth. "I do still owe you a day on sea," she muses, the humor deepening even if she has not true intention of fulfilling that little arrangement. "Such a shame you never got to be a cowpoke for a day," Colt drawls, the words slipping sideways out her mouth. She glances sidelong at the ancient, if only to capture the look of distaste she's sure to find there.
"Although," she hums, head tilting back straight as she peers across the road to a distant horizon line. "I am considering doing something a little wild. I keep thinking about it, but I keep coming back to it, even though it seems... crazy." She's slept on it for a few nights now, and has let it slip like a secret note to a few people, testing the yield or the balk like a new horse to a bit. She knew from the start she couldn't do it alone, but Deimos had been the first to tell it to her plain, and she doesn't disagree that she might be able to dream and scheme just fine on her own, but if everyone found her deluded, that's all they'd remain. "I think Hak Etme might be worth turning into something. You ever been?"
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.
