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 eruption of feathers and glitter overhead draws Colt’s attention sharp and swift, though luckily it’s after her shot has been released, and lands. The sharpened arrow pierces into the allogator’s thick hide, and at once the ordinary log transforms into a frenzy of motion and rage. It’s this abrupt, explosive movement that keeps the beast free of Nova’s and Grimm’s attacks. Ice shoots up harmlessly around the retreating whip of its tail, and Grimm will find no purchase beneath his paws as he lands.
”Nova!?” Colt demands with nothing more than shock, but the thundering approach of a beast intent on revenge leaves the startling reunion for later. Liam’s arrow also burrows into the exterior hide, but not blessed by a god, it doesn’t delve as deep, seeming to be more irritant than wound.
”Get back!” Colt advises him as she ducks to the side of her tree, its barrier keeping her from the snap of jaws. She moves in an arc through the tree line, nocking another arrow and sending it out to the beast’s side.
Allogator HP: 1,266-40.5= 1,225.50
Colt HP: 144
Nova HP: 114
Grimm HP: 95
Liam HP: 80
”Nova!?” Colt demands with nothing more than shock, but the thundering approach of a beast intent on revenge leaves the startling reunion for later. Liam’s arrow also burrows into the exterior hide, but not blessed by a god, it doesn’t delve as deep, seeming to be more irritant than wound.
”Get back!” Colt advises him as she ducks to the side of her tree, its barrier keeping her from the snap of jaws. She moves in an arc through the tree line, nocking another arrow and sending it out to the beast’s side.
Allogator HP: 1,266-40.5= 1,225.50
Colt HP: 144
Nova HP: 114
Grimm HP: 95
Liam HP: 80
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.
