COLT
What if I hurt you, what if I leave you
What if I find somebody else, and I don't need you
What if this goes south, what if I mess you up
What if I break your heart in two
What if I find somebody else, and I don't need you
What if this goes south, what if I mess you up
What if I break your heart in two
Leaving the Celestine shrine behind her, Colt doesn't mean to dally any longer here before returning to the ship she chartered and getting her ass back to Hak Etme with what paltry haul and supplies she had wrangled from ports here and there and Stormbreak's less than forgiving seas and wastes. Yet, her eyes cannot help but coast past the exhibits as she walks, and as she goes she catches the subtle, yet unmistakable creep of something dangerous up ahead.
With her hands currently in her front pockets, Colt slows, alarm flooding through her in a way that's kept her alive plenty of times before. Something is wrong. She doesn't know the ins and outs of the Celestine well enough, but had always deemed it rather safe here. Surely, it'd be so to invite people in to wander amid such dangerous, recovering beasts. Yet...Lena's death and the circumstances around it remain an itch in the back of her mind. A sorry affair, but a worrying one too, because if something has escaped once, it can do it again.
Pressing herself more flush to the side of the walkway opposite the movement she recognizes now as a stalking cat, a Sea Panther to be exact, Colt's breath holds in her throat. She doesn't know preceisely what it's got in its view, the sea panthers and their subsequent prey out of her current view, but she does know that's not the Sea Panther exhibit, and that it's a Sea Panther that had already gone Houdini once.
With her hands currently in her front pockets, Colt slows, alarm flooding through her in a way that's kept her alive plenty of times before. Something is wrong. She doesn't know the ins and outs of the Celestine well enough, but had always deemed it rather safe here. Surely, it'd be so to invite people in to wander amid such dangerous, recovering beasts. Yet...Lena's death and the circumstances around it remain an itch in the back of her mind. A sorry affair, but a worrying one too, because if something has escaped once, it can do it again.
Pressing herself more flush to the side of the walkway opposite the movement she recognizes now as a stalking cat, a Sea Panther to be exact, Colt's breath holds in her throat. She doesn't know preceisely what it's got in its view, the sea panthers and their subsequent prey out of her current view, but she does know that's not the Sea Panther exhibit, and that it's a Sea Panther that had already gone Houdini once.
What if I was made for you and you were made for me
What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in
And the stars line up, and it's our last first kiss
What if I loved all these what ifs away
What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in
And the stars line up, and it's our last first kiss
What if I loved all these what ifs away
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.
