COLT
I've been sleeping wide awake
Slow dancing 'round the cracks in the floorboards
Fighting myself while lying in a
Bed I made and can't ignore
Slow dancing 'round the cracks in the floorboards
Fighting myself while lying in a
Bed I made and can't ignore
The guild had put out a call. Crystal spiders moving into territory that isn't normal for them, putting new and undue pressure on travelers and the natural ecosystem. A hunt, or better said like a purge, of those individuals that have found themselves too daring to make such moves and unbalance the delicate order of the world here.
Colt's got her hands full, but breaking from Hak Etme is a frequent thing to get supplies restocked and organized. With no well established stores and camps made out of tents and other non-permanent things, they're picking up and running around often. Better to do short jaunts to get what they need for a set project, be done with it, and repeat. Already en route to Halo for some trade and restocking, fulfilling the guild call proved a nice break away from the heat and sand and the weight of everything to do or that had been done wrong.
It's no surprise to find Deimos as part of the hunt today, what with it being his land. Colt nods as she walks up, pulling a hand out of her jacket pocket to wave hello before hurriedly fisting it back into the warmth of the fabric. She is dressed warm, having known to be traveling here, but the cold is ever scrabbling to seep in. "Spiders, huh?" she says with a tilt of her head, hat's brim skewing the layer of woods. She shifts her quiver and bow against her back, squinting into the trees some. "I lassoed one of these suckers once up here before, actually. Was trying to attack this woman, although she was harvesting it's silk for a quest."
Colt's got her hands full, but breaking from Hak Etme is a frequent thing to get supplies restocked and organized. With no well established stores and camps made out of tents and other non-permanent things, they're picking up and running around often. Better to do short jaunts to get what they need for a set project, be done with it, and repeat. Already en route to Halo for some trade and restocking, fulfilling the guild call proved a nice break away from the heat and sand and the weight of everything to do or that had been done wrong.
It's no surprise to find Deimos as part of the hunt today, what with it being his land. Colt nods as she walks up, pulling a hand out of her jacket pocket to wave hello before hurriedly fisting it back into the warmth of the fabric. She is dressed warm, having known to be traveling here, but the cold is ever scrabbling to seep in. "Spiders, huh?" she says with a tilt of her head, hat's brim skewing the layer of woods. She shifts her quiver and bow against her back, squinting into the trees some. "I lassoed one of these suckers once up here before, actually. Was trying to attack this woman, although she was harvesting it's silk for a quest."
I'm tired of running from the conversations
Screaming in the silence, all alone
I'm frustrated, I can't take it
But I'll fake it, then I'll hate myself again
Screaming in the silence, all alone
I'm frustrated, I can't take it
But I'll fake it, then I'll hate myself again
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.
