COLT
He looks like a cool drink of water
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
Falling into stride with Liam is easy, her own pack heavier for the hide and meat she’s harvested. A good deal of the corpse will remain behind, but she’s confident Frey will ensure it doesn’t go to waste, feeding other hungry creatures and eventually the ground. Such is the way of life. She’s just glad it’s the gator and not one of them experiencing that full circle.
Leaning into the incline of Peekaboo Rise, Colt’s boots scrap with soil and grasses for purchase as they climb. It’s not a massive vertical, but enough to get her breathing a bit heavier, especially as they talk through it. Might be she lets the horses do too much hauling her around.
His question earns an immediate laugh and a shake of her head as it drops a bit. Her golden wig hairs flash with the motion, spilling further down her shoulders. ”It’s for a quest,” she says easily enough. ”Trust me, I’m not so crazy as to do this for fun. Frey is upgrading my quiver and sent me to hunt something with thick hide. I studied before coming here, but it did prove hardier than I imagined.” Grimm had tried to warn her and her confidence got in the way again.
”I’m not really a hunter, you see,” she goes on, although she’s starting to think she might not be able to say that soon if her creature body count keeps going up. The Wildwatch would certainly prefer her to murder more. ”I’m a rancher.” She catches herself, easy features fading suddenly, before she presses them back on. ”Or, I was.”
Leaning into the incline of Peekaboo Rise, Colt’s boots scrap with soil and grasses for purchase as they climb. It’s not a massive vertical, but enough to get her breathing a bit heavier, especially as they talk through it. Might be she lets the horses do too much hauling her around.
His question earns an immediate laugh and a shake of her head as it drops a bit. Her golden wig hairs flash with the motion, spilling further down her shoulders. ”It’s for a quest,” she says easily enough. ”Trust me, I’m not so crazy as to do this for fun. Frey is upgrading my quiver and sent me to hunt something with thick hide. I studied before coming here, but it did prove hardier than I imagined.” Grimm had tried to warn her and her confidence got in the way again.
”I’m not really a hunter, you see,” she goes on, although she’s starting to think she might not be able to say that soon if her creature body count keeps going up. The Wildwatch would certainly prefer her to murder more. ”I’m a rancher.” She catches herself, easy features fading suddenly, before she presses them back on. ”Or, I was.”
He only comes out at night
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
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.
