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
Colt should know by now that Nova’s got enough tricks (magic) up her sleeves that she is rather capable of taking care of herself. Still, she’d rather not see anyone harmed because she bit off more than she could chew, again, especially not a fucking Marin of all people.
Fortunately, Nova seems unharmed, enough so to lean into her anger and send a volley of impressively sharp wind alongside Colt’s pointed arrow, the last cuts needed to end all movement forever more from the allogator. Grimm’s teeth will sink with a sickening crunch into the beast’s throat, but its breath is already strangled, and the blood that comes will be rapidly turning cold. Liam’s sword lands like the final punctuation, and suddenly, everything is still and calm.
Well, maybe not calm.
Colt belts out an accomplished ”YES! We did it!” Her tired smile, arm shaky from so much bow drawing, is full of relief. Putting her bow back over her back, she glances back to Nova to ensure she’s fine. ”Let me know if you want some of my healing. Can’t do much about the clothes I’m afraid.” She’s already on the move though, closing in on the allogator. ”Damn, that was tough, thanks for seeing it though everyone.” And Ronin, she thinks, knowing she ought to send him a letter+ as soon as she gets back into town and cleaned up.
”Help yourselves to whatever from the Allogator,” she advises, hands on her hips as she surveys it. ”I’m grabbing some of its meat and hide.” And she stoops down to retrieve her knife from its eye.
Allogator HP: 35 - 35+ = 0
Colt HP: 144
Nova HP: 83
Grimm HP: 95
Liam HP: 80
Fortunately, Nova seems unharmed, enough so to lean into her anger and send a volley of impressively sharp wind alongside Colt’s pointed arrow, the last cuts needed to end all movement forever more from the allogator. Grimm’s teeth will sink with a sickening crunch into the beast’s throat, but its breath is already strangled, and the blood that comes will be rapidly turning cold. Liam’s sword lands like the final punctuation, and suddenly, everything is still and calm.
Well, maybe not calm.
Colt belts out an accomplished ”YES! We did it!” Her tired smile, arm shaky from so much bow drawing, is full of relief. Putting her bow back over her back, she glances back to Nova to ensure she’s fine. ”Let me know if you want some of my healing. Can’t do much about the clothes I’m afraid.” She’s already on the move though, closing in on the allogator. ”Damn, that was tough, thanks for seeing it though everyone.” And Ronin, she thinks, knowing she ought to send him a letter+ as soon as she gets back into town and cleaned up.
”Help yourselves to whatever from the Allogator,” she advises, hands on her hips as she surveys it. ”I’m grabbing some of its meat and hide.” And she stoops down to retrieve her knife from its eye.
Allogator HP: 35 - 35+ = 0
Colt HP: 144
Nova HP: 83
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.
