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
Colt's features tighten with the seriousness with which Deimos responds, imagining the plague of such fearsome creatures threatening borders isn't easy. Just goes to show that the guild didn't call for aid lightly, because if this has been an ongoing issue, it's become too large or too persistent to ignore, and they mean to settle the score once and for all today.
Still, Colt can't keep back some of the wild grin that flashes in response to his methods. "I imagine it's quite effective," she hums, wishing suddenly she had a flamethrower in hand. It sounds useful as a warmer and a particularly violent tool that might make the spiders keep their distance. Though, she has no intention of getting close regardless, what with her bow and arrows at the ready on her back. "I'm sure it cleans the webbing in quick order," she adds, further considering the trials of dealing with such monsters in your backyard.
At the signal of Belial, Colt's gaze lifts briefly, before dropping to Deimos and his retreating words as he seamlessly shifts into a Hellhound. The massive paws leave steaming marks in the snow, water shimmering into ice as the smoking and glowing figure of the large, lava-born hound carries their party forward. "Signal when we engage," she tells a nearby guildmate, staying in the rear as she pulls her bow around, keeping it ready in her hands. She'd maintain distance, though her attentions turn to the side, watching for any flanking manuevers.
Still, Colt can't keep back some of the wild grin that flashes in response to his methods. "I imagine it's quite effective," she hums, wishing suddenly she had a flamethrower in hand. It sounds useful as a warmer and a particularly violent tool that might make the spiders keep their distance. Though, she has no intention of getting close regardless, what with her bow and arrows at the ready on her back. "I'm sure it cleans the webbing in quick order," she adds, further considering the trials of dealing with such monsters in your backyard.
At the signal of Belial, Colt's gaze lifts briefly, before dropping to Deimos and his retreating words as he seamlessly shifts into a Hellhound. The massive paws leave steaming marks in the snow, water shimmering into ice as the smoking and glowing figure of the large, lava-born hound carries their party forward. "Signal when we engage," she tells a nearby guildmate, staying in the rear as she pulls her bow around, keeping it ready in her hands. She'd maintain distance, though her attentions turn to the side, watching for any flanking manuevers.
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.
