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
Colt had warned her it was crazy. Out of everyone, she figured Thal would know the shape of that best, but maybe that’s exactly why she’s the one to offer the most caution. Colt doesn’t back down from the challenge in Thal’s words. If anything, it makes her all the more eager to prove she can do it. ”I don’t imagine I’ll be doing it with a saddle and my legs,” she humors in return. Maybe everyone underestimates how thoroughly Colt can beat a thought to death in her own head. She’s been sitting with this idea for longer than this afternoon, but she recognizes it’s the first time Thalassa’s had it in her mind. Crazy does not mean reckless and ill-prepared.
Slipping her gaze across her shoulder to the blue of the ancient, Colt’s lips twist into something wry. ”What, you’ll take down all of Longheat, but think a desert’s impossible?” Maybe the difference is having something to stab, although Colt suspects she’ll be shedding plenty of blood in the process. Wild things don’t come under heel cleanly usually, least of all the violent monsters of the land. ”Most places are trying to kill you, even the ones that seem friendly,” Colt counters smoothly. ”Besides, I’m not getting out of the ranching business, just moving it, and starting a few other things in the meantime while it grows back to what it once was. The cattle do best on open ground and shitty plants, too rich and they ride, too dense and they die.” The desert had the perfect combination to suit all her needs.
Glancing back out at the horizon, Colt’s expression flattens at the little jab thrown her way. She tries to smooth out the immediate bristle, the one that rises when someone gets too close to a place she’s guarding. ”Who isn’t?” she wonders dryly instead, certain that most people in life have a thing or two they’ve purposefully put behind them. Certain that Thal herself has likely done the same, else why build her life around a vehicle?
”I don’t plan on doin’ it alone,” she adds, like there’s some more evidence there that she’s serious. ”Could use your skills, if you wanted to consider some dry land for a while. We will need a port built.”
Slipping her gaze across her shoulder to the blue of the ancient, Colt’s lips twist into something wry. ”What, you’ll take down all of Longheat, but think a desert’s impossible?” Maybe the difference is having something to stab, although Colt suspects she’ll be shedding plenty of blood in the process. Wild things don’t come under heel cleanly usually, least of all the violent monsters of the land. ”Most places are trying to kill you, even the ones that seem friendly,” Colt counters smoothly. ”Besides, I’m not getting out of the ranching business, just moving it, and starting a few other things in the meantime while it grows back to what it once was. The cattle do best on open ground and shitty plants, too rich and they ride, too dense and they die.” The desert had the perfect combination to suit all her needs.
Glancing back out at the horizon, Colt’s expression flattens at the little jab thrown her way. She tries to smooth out the immediate bristle, the one that rises when someone gets too close to a place she’s guarding. ”Who isn’t?” she wonders dryly instead, certain that most people in life have a thing or two they’ve purposefully put behind them. Certain that Thal herself has likely done the same, else why build her life around a vehicle?
”I don’t plan on doin’ it alone,” she adds, like there’s some more evidence there that she’s serious. ”Could use your skills, if you wanted to consider some dry land for a while. We will need a port built.”
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.
