There’s no denying the instant flood of relief when she sees its body squirm into stillness. While no lumberingly large and impressive thing, their viciousness is almost made worse for their smaller stature, and the incessant press upon her, here in this bogged down place, felt like ground just waiting to trap her for their teeth. It would only take a time or two for the venom to set in. Not for the first time, she’s grateful to the strength of others for surviving another day, and though she’s no delusions of grandeur, it spurs her onward to improve herself so she might stand alone more safely down the road.
Loosening the tight coil in her spine, Colt steps from around the tree, features pulled into something grim as she watches Deimos kick the corpse away. She feels no remorse or guilt. This world is as violent as those rats. ”Their size comes from numbers,” she remarks, a thoughtful edge of consideration. How much easier this would have been against only one. ”I’m glad we’re rid of these few now.” More surely to come, in time. Let someone else deal with those, she’d be finding a bath.
As Belial recounts some new scouting information, she brightens further. ”Oh, finally,” she sighs, head tipping back with a mild smile. ”I would be grateful for your continued support,” she says with a glance shot his way. Traversing the ground alone is far improved with him, nevermind his defense against whatever other vile things lurk. Without delay, certain he also wants to bathe, she sets out where he directs to reclaim the idiot horse.
[FIN]
Loosening the tight coil in her spine, Colt steps from around the tree, features pulled into something grim as she watches Deimos kick the corpse away. She feels no remorse or guilt. This world is as violent as those rats. ”Their size comes from numbers,” she remarks, a thoughtful edge of consideration. How much easier this would have been against only one. ”I’m glad we’re rid of these few now.” More surely to come, in time. Let someone else deal with those, she’d be finding a bath.
As Belial recounts some new scouting information, she brightens further. ”Oh, finally,” she sighs, head tipping back with a mild smile. ”I would be grateful for your continued support,” she says with a glance shot his way. Traversing the ground alone is far improved with him, nevermind his defense against whatever other vile things lurk. Without delay, certain he also wants to bathe, she sets out where he directs to reclaim the idiot horse.
[FIN]
Colt
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.
