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
It never truly gets old, watching someone shift. It's too quick to see the in-between, then the body changes and folds around itself. Just a blink of motion and they're different, and in this case it's Thal's lithe reptilian body arrowing through the canopy and beyond. Colt pauses only briefly to look up and watch, something of admiration on her face, before she bends back to her task. Nothing worse than killing one just to leave it to rot, so she's mentally checking off all the places she remembers them striking.
"I'd expect not," Colt laughs faintly, because Thal's talents have definitely made it overkill. Nothing wrong with assuring success and plenty of food though. "I'm sure you could take down one of these fifty times this size without effort still," Colt muses, glancing at the half-eaten bird with a firm understanding of the might just displayed.
Taking up the remaining ones and leaving Thal to guard her own, not about to wrench meat away from an Ancient just after a kill, Colt waves her along on their path to the campsite. "Most definitely!" Colt chirps back, a glance tossed over her shoulder with a smile. "If you like 'em raw, be my guest, but I mean to have them cooked by fire and it'll be easier to keep the others that way too." The ones she collected for the locals that is. "I'm sure you can make quick work of it?" It's a question, but only partly, because she already knows the answer, but the rest is an invitation. "Hopefully without burning them," Colt teases with a wide smile as she slings the bodies off her shoulder and drops them gently by the firepit. It's got burned out remnants, and Colt kicks them absently before starting to rustle around in the surrounding vegetation and drag out possible kindling. The pickings are slim.
The fire is as much for cooking as it is light, and some warmth needed to push back on the chill that settles in the depths of the evening. Nothing enough for Thal to worry about, but certainly a bit nippy compared to the stark heat of the day. "If there was a fifty sized grouse, I imagine it'd make quite the tale around here," Colt murmurs, stacking up the bits of material to burn before crouching near the stone ring that keeps the flame contained. "Gods know we had lots of spooky tales about creatures when I was growing up."
"I'd expect not," Colt laughs faintly, because Thal's talents have definitely made it overkill. Nothing wrong with assuring success and plenty of food though. "I'm sure you could take down one of these fifty times this size without effort still," Colt muses, glancing at the half-eaten bird with a firm understanding of the might just displayed.
Taking up the remaining ones and leaving Thal to guard her own, not about to wrench meat away from an Ancient just after a kill, Colt waves her along on their path to the campsite. "Most definitely!" Colt chirps back, a glance tossed over her shoulder with a smile. "If you like 'em raw, be my guest, but I mean to have them cooked by fire and it'll be easier to keep the others that way too." The ones she collected for the locals that is. "I'm sure you can make quick work of it?" It's a question, but only partly, because she already knows the answer, but the rest is an invitation. "Hopefully without burning them," Colt teases with a wide smile as she slings the bodies off her shoulder and drops them gently by the firepit. It's got burned out remnants, and Colt kicks them absently before starting to rustle around in the surrounding vegetation and drag out possible kindling. The pickings are slim.
The fire is as much for cooking as it is light, and some warmth needed to push back on the chill that settles in the depths of the evening. Nothing enough for Thal to worry about, but certainly a bit nippy compared to the stark heat of the day. "If there was a fifty sized grouse, I imagine it'd make quite the tale around here," Colt murmurs, stacking up the bits of material to burn before crouching near the stone ring that keeps the flame contained. "Gods know we had lots of spooky tales about creatures when I was growing up."
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.
