COLT
She's a heartbreak coming in cold
Trainwreck in a red dress
Trainwreck in a red dress
She had come here to see Grimm about that allogator hunt finally. She could have sent him a note, but she never minds coming here, and her ride had some business to grab her before moving on. It gives her enough time to stroll through the hallways and peer into the enclosures once more, walking with a slow pace that doesn’t betray the hurry that wanders in her mind. A network of plans and needs, of steps to take and reminders of ones well beyond that.
Maybe some bid for peace is what drew her back to the pegasus section, or maybe she’d always find her way back here, no matter how often or for what purpose. She leans in over the railing, forearms dangling off the other end, as if even without meaning to she is trying to reach out and be as close as she can. One day, she’ll have a pegasus.
It’s quiet beyond the occassional whisper of wing feather and tail hair. A whinny or a squeal breaks the silence on occassion, but for the most part the pegasi are lazing and grazing, content to idle the afternoon. It’s what highlights the sniffle that rolls through, so out of place and sharp, even with the generl quiet of it.
Colt’s head turns, the sound unmistakable after a moment of tracing it. Further down, she can see Noe ghosting about, and initially Colt leaves her be. The sniffles come periodicially, each one further tugging on her. Not an annoyance so much as a concern, and while she knows that sometimes tears are better ignored, these seem insistant. ”Are you alright?” Colt calls across to Noe, the pair of them not so distant now, although given Noe’s state, Colt isn’t sure she’s aware of much.
Maybe some bid for peace is what drew her back to the pegasus section, or maybe she’d always find her way back here, no matter how often or for what purpose. She leans in over the railing, forearms dangling off the other end, as if even without meaning to she is trying to reach out and be as close as she can. One day, she’ll have a pegasus.
It’s quiet beyond the occassional whisper of wing feather and tail hair. A whinny or a squeal breaks the silence on occassion, but for the most part the pegasi are lazing and grazing, content to idle the afternoon. It’s what highlights the sniffle that rolls through, so out of place and sharp, even with the generl quiet of it.
Colt’s head turns, the sound unmistakable after a moment of tracing it. Further down, she can see Noe ghosting about, and initially Colt leaves her be. The sniffles come periodicially, each one further tugging on her. Not an annoyance so much as a concern, and while she knows that sometimes tears are better ignored, these seem insistant. ”Are you alright?” Colt calls across to Noe, the pair of them not so distant now, although given Noe’s state, Colt isn’t sure she’s aware of much.
She's a neon nightmare
Lookin' for a tab to put some trouble on ice
Lookin' for a tab to put some trouble on ice
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.
