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
Fear threatens to hold her steadfast for a moment, her heart feeling like its in her throat. A hand curls over the railing behind her, wondering if she could slip into whatever that exhibit is, if it's be safe. She has her arrow and bows on her, slung across her back like always these days, too on the move to leave them aside, but she knows it'll take more than one shot to bring down a sea panther. Perhaps calling for a spirit to escort her away would be the best move.
At any rate, the panther at least seems well preoccupied, and she's happy to keep it that way. Her pace stays slow and quiet, still trying to head herself towards the exit, but trying to creep in a way to avoid being more appealing prey than whatever the beast has its sights on. The thundering roar makes her pause, an involuntary tremble rolling through her, breath hitching. The creature has closed the gap though, and through the hammering worry, her gaze finally drifts over the other set of stalking large cats. Tide jaguars, also where they don't belong. The fuck is going on here?
Ahead, the shangyangs take flight, and motion explodes in a domino effect all at once. The tide jaguars pounce forward, and the sea panther isn't far behind them. Colt's eyes widen, and she fumbles hurriedly for the bow and a sharpened arrow from her back. She's not altruistic enough to care about the flapping birds, in fact she thinks the world could do with less birds, regal as shangyangs are. No, Colt lines up a shot because the sea panther might be mighty, but he's outnumbered, and she is even more so. She'd like to ensure there's a connection of violence between the predators to buy herself a better chance to flee. A missed pounce and a hungry cat might soon find her. So Colt nocks an arrow and looses it towards the leading tide jaguar's neck.
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered | Cost: Action
At any rate, the panther at least seems well preoccupied, and she's happy to keep it that way. Her pace stays slow and quiet, still trying to head herself towards the exit, but trying to creep in a way to avoid being more appealing prey than whatever the beast has its sights on. The thundering roar makes her pause, an involuntary tremble rolling through her, breath hitching. The creature has closed the gap though, and through the hammering worry, her gaze finally drifts over the other set of stalking large cats. Tide jaguars, also where they don't belong. The fuck is going on here?
Ahead, the shangyangs take flight, and motion explodes in a domino effect all at once. The tide jaguars pounce forward, and the sea panther isn't far behind them. Colt's eyes widen, and she fumbles hurriedly for the bow and a sharpened arrow from her back. She's not altruistic enough to care about the flapping birds, in fact she thinks the world could do with less birds, regal as shangyangs are. No, Colt lines up a shot because the sea panther might be mighty, but he's outnumbered, and she is even more so. She'd like to ensure there's a connection of violence between the predators to buy herself a better chance to flee. A missed pounce and a hungry cat might soon find her. So Colt nocks an arrow and looses it towards the leading tide jaguar's neck.
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered | Cost: Action
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.
