COLT
My clothes still smell like smoke
Your name's still in my throat
But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
Your name's still in my throat
But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
The shift of movement in the woods is minor. Almost enough to ignore, but given she’s not overly familiar with this land, and that she’s already perched on an edge to tackle something formidable today, Colt picks up the change like it’s a line to grab hold of. Her gaze turns her head, breath coming in quick and sharp as the large frame of the wolf emerges. Her pulse spikes, and she wonders if she can reach her bow and arrows faster than his teeth can find her, already cursing the fact they’re not in hand.
Another instinct tells her to wait, that this is not the behavior of a hunter, of one hungry. Curiosity can certainly end in a sharp mouth still, but this view is too apparent for something that means to stalk her. Her body eases as a man stands where beast had been, and a lazy smile greets him. ”I know, sorry. I swung by the Celestine to tell you, but missed you. Left a note, but after researching this more, the Feverlands seemed less ideal to—”
Just then Colt flinches away, ducking from the abrupt flock of birds, which in her opinion is exactly the type of bullshit birds always pull. Cursing under her breath and shying under the overhang of a tree without any elegance to her retreat, Colt tries to use the limbs to help block her from any return attack, although she glances up as if expecting to see a nest. ”The fuck?” she demands, more in an expression of distaste than a search for an answer. Unaware of Grimm's attempted assistance in the matter, the birds are unable to shake the grip of the first mind that controls them, staying under Nova's compulsion.
Straightening her hat as Liam arrives, she brightens, glad he’d found his way here. ”Liam,” she greets, one eye still warily watching the sky. ”Never did find you after the fire that day. Thanks for helping everyone out. I’m Colt.” If her features crease a bit deeper over the word fire, she tries to push through it like it’s nothing. There’s no time for distractions today.
”We can wait a second more, see if anyone else is coming, but yeah, an Allogator is the plan. Tanky as hell, so we can use all the firepower we can get. I asked around closer to town and heard there’s one that likes to sun around here. Think I saw a track that way.” She nods her head towards the bank of the island they’re on. ”Seems it might nest ‘round here, deeper in the woods.”
Gather up and look for a trail
Another instinct tells her to wait, that this is not the behavior of a hunter, of one hungry. Curiosity can certainly end in a sharp mouth still, but this view is too apparent for something that means to stalk her. Her body eases as a man stands where beast had been, and a lazy smile greets him. ”I know, sorry. I swung by the Celestine to tell you, but missed you. Left a note, but after researching this more, the Feverlands seemed less ideal to—”
Just then Colt flinches away, ducking from the abrupt flock of birds, which in her opinion is exactly the type of bullshit birds always pull. Cursing under her breath and shying under the overhang of a tree without any elegance to her retreat, Colt tries to use the limbs to help block her from any return attack, although she glances up as if expecting to see a nest. ”The fuck?” she demands, more in an expression of distaste than a search for an answer. Unaware of Grimm's attempted assistance in the matter, the birds are unable to shake the grip of the first mind that controls them, staying under Nova's compulsion.
Straightening her hat as Liam arrives, she brightens, glad he’d found his way here. ”Liam,” she greets, one eye still warily watching the sky. ”Never did find you after the fire that day. Thanks for helping everyone out. I’m Colt.” If her features crease a bit deeper over the word fire, she tries to push through it like it’s nothing. There’s no time for distractions today.
”We can wait a second more, see if anyone else is coming, but yeah, an Allogator is the plan. Tanky as hell, so we can use all the firepower we can get. I asked around closer to town and heard there’s one that likes to sun around here. Think I saw a track that way.” She nods her head towards the bank of the island they’re on. ”Seems it might nest ‘round here, deeper in the woods.”
Gather up and look for a trail
When fire meets gasoline
Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat
It burns bright but damn you lose everything
We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat
It burns bright but damn you lose everything
We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
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.
