Colt
Love's just one of them words
That gets thrown around
So I ain't gonna say it, no I ain't gonna lie
If you were my last breath, I'd just wanna hold ya
That gets thrown around
So I ain't gonna say it, no I ain't gonna lie
If you were my last breath, I'd just wanna hold ya
The jungle might disagree with arson, much more humid and wet than the drier plains and grasses of the Hollowed Grounds or King's End, places that had growth aplenty and the natural fires that sweep in after that vegetation dies. What withers and rots here does so with a heap of moisture, rot and stink more likely to settle than flame. All the fresh growth certainly means to smother out any spark, turgid with moisture and the deep green of a healthy plant. Maybe it'd catch, eventually here, but they'd be smoked out first, most likely. It's one of the major advantages, in Colt's mind. It doesn't burn easily.
"Exactly," Colt breathes, in response to the mirage looking unassuming. "Seen one before, when I was here a year or so ago." She'd had much the same inclination then as now, screaming a run into the wind before setting her heels so fiercely into Vesper's sides they'd tumbled into a tangled heap in this very jungle. "It'd been more obvious, then. Very enticing out in the desert portion." She makes a sour face, the thought resurfacing the memory and how damn appealing the mirage had been after so long wandering through the heat. "Here, it's more normal, but I was hunting here not long ago, and there was no watering hole right there. I might not have this whole jungle memorized, but I know that the fresh water is hard to come by, and this path is one I have made sure to learn." She would need to know where the water would be for the town, after all.
All her reading on the desert gave her some bestiary information, especially the texts from the Wild Watch, but the smaller details of where the water is, how to best hunt sand grouse, how to grow dream cacti, those have been secrets she's traded with locals in exchange for goods, coin, or work. All depends on the secret and the person, she's come to find.
Quieting as they creep upon said watering area, Colt crouches into the brush, glancing over at the hungrily grinning Thal with a nod and a point through a gap in the foliage. A small flock of grouse are gathered, and will fly erratically right away, something Colt had warned Thal of before they entered here. Moving her weapon around, Colt nocks her arrow and lines up her shot. She blows out through her mouth, then whistles, the command to spring whatever method Thal means to use, right as Colt fires her bow. It has to be a coordinated strike, else the birds will flap away and limit their chances severely. For this reason, Colt readies a second arrow at once, bow lifting as she tries to take down another bird as it climbs.
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered | Cost: Action
"Exactly," Colt breathes, in response to the mirage looking unassuming. "Seen one before, when I was here a year or so ago." She'd had much the same inclination then as now, screaming a run into the wind before setting her heels so fiercely into Vesper's sides they'd tumbled into a tangled heap in this very jungle. "It'd been more obvious, then. Very enticing out in the desert portion." She makes a sour face, the thought resurfacing the memory and how damn appealing the mirage had been after so long wandering through the heat. "Here, it's more normal, but I was hunting here not long ago, and there was no watering hole right there. I might not have this whole jungle memorized, but I know that the fresh water is hard to come by, and this path is one I have made sure to learn." She would need to know where the water would be for the town, after all.
All her reading on the desert gave her some bestiary information, especially the texts from the Wild Watch, but the smaller details of where the water is, how to best hunt sand grouse, how to grow dream cacti, those have been secrets she's traded with locals in exchange for goods, coin, or work. All depends on the secret and the person, she's come to find.
Quieting as they creep upon said watering area, Colt crouches into the brush, glancing over at the hungrily grinning Thal with a nod and a point through a gap in the foliage. A small flock of grouse are gathered, and will fly erratically right away, something Colt had warned Thal of before they entered here. Moving her weapon around, Colt nocks her arrow and lines up her shot. She blows out through her mouth, then whistles, the command to spring whatever method Thal means to use, right as Colt fires her bow. It has to be a coordinated strike, else the birds will flap away and limit their chances severely. For this reason, Colt readies a second arrow at once, bow lifting as she tries to take down another bird as it climbs.
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered | Cost: Action
If you were my last shot of whiskey
I'd press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I'd shoot ya down
I'd press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I'd shoot ya down
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.
