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
Colt's arrow pierces through her selected grouse, ending the small life in an instant. Her second arrow snatches the other body trying to rise into the air, the small enough forms not struggling with the dense growth here. Thal's attempts are equally successful, if not more so due to her greater extension and variety of tools. The !darting dagger earns her one bird, and the flame that leaps forth at another pair close by roasts them both into a smoking heap back on the ground, and Colt will excitedly notice later when collecting said bodies how nice it is to not have to pluck those ones for their meat.
As Thal shifts to tear after the rest, undoubtedly taking down any survivors in quick fashion due to the overall small stature and docile nature of these creatures, Colt stands back up to full height. Or, as much as she can manage as she creeps forward to gather their spoils, ducking occasionally under brush and vine, head on a swivel to look about for those toxic flowers and avoid disturbing them. "Roasted jungle chicken for dinner!" she calls out cheerfully to the ancient as she hoists some of the little bird bodies along a string across her shoulder.
"C'mon, let's get further away from the water to make camp," she advises, knowing this place will attract all manner of beasts throughout the night. The jungle is rather thick, blocking light during day time as it is, but now that the sun has well and fully set, starlight has no hope of piercing down here. A lantern or torch would help, but she'd rather they hole up, and she knows just the spot the other hunters like to use, pressed into smoothed out stone to keep their backs safe.
As Thal shifts to tear after the rest, undoubtedly taking down any survivors in quick fashion due to the overall small stature and docile nature of these creatures, Colt stands back up to full height. Or, as much as she can manage as she creeps forward to gather their spoils, ducking occasionally under brush and vine, head on a swivel to look about for those toxic flowers and avoid disturbing them. "Roasted jungle chicken for dinner!" she calls out cheerfully to the ancient as she hoists some of the little bird bodies along a string across her shoulder.
"C'mon, let's get further away from the water to make camp," she advises, knowing this place will attract all manner of beasts throughout the night. The jungle is rather thick, blocking light during day time as it is, but now that the sun has well and fully set, starlight has no hope of piercing down here. A lantern or torch would help, but she'd rather they hole up, and she knows just the spot the other hunters like to use, pressed into smoothed out stone to keep their backs safe.
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.
