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
She can feel herself being carried despite her best efforts to refuse, heels trying to catch a hold in the ground but raised too far off it to properly reach. The great beast is too strong for her, and its hunger is a persistent thing, though so is her outrage. Her wailing does little to deter it, and all hope resides in the arrow she swings around. It works, albeit in a different way than expected.
She doesn't feel the warm, slick spray of blood that she anticipates, just the jostling smack of the ground against her body as she's tossed unceremoniously upon it. She winces at the sudden slam, but she's already reaching overhead, fingers scrabbling against stone for purchase, heels sliding and shoving back against the surface of the floor. Anything to put distance between her and her demise.
Her breaths are ragged, and she's certain the only reason she doesn't yet feel the pain is because her adrenaline has kept it from her. It'll come soon, when she touches the wound, or sees it, or when the flood of run drains from her and leaves nothing but the raw reality of how close she'd come. Things she can't really afford to think about, not yet, not when those teeth still lurk so nearby.
She knows, because she can hear them holding back the yowl. They do a poor job, the noise cutting through deep and terrible anyway, although the pitch changes, and the shadow on the ground shifts. Grunting, Colt glances back over her shoulder to see her progress, and there finds no cat, but a man. A familiar, very pissed off looking man. It's such an opposite of her expectation that for a moment all she can do is stare, mouth run dry, heart still hammering in her chest, hands and legs still working as if they're independent now and adament on crawling her to safety. "GRIMM?" she blurts out in a rush, the sound finding her as she inhales, the motion breaking through the fear in her chest like ice thawing.
"What the fuck?!"
She doesn't feel the warm, slick spray of blood that she anticipates, just the jostling smack of the ground against her body as she's tossed unceremoniously upon it. She winces at the sudden slam, but she's already reaching overhead, fingers scrabbling against stone for purchase, heels sliding and shoving back against the surface of the floor. Anything to put distance between her and her demise.
Her breaths are ragged, and she's certain the only reason she doesn't yet feel the pain is because her adrenaline has kept it from her. It'll come soon, when she touches the wound, or sees it, or when the flood of run drains from her and leaves nothing but the raw reality of how close she'd come. Things she can't really afford to think about, not yet, not when those teeth still lurk so nearby.
She knows, because she can hear them holding back the yowl. They do a poor job, the noise cutting through deep and terrible anyway, although the pitch changes, and the shadow on the ground shifts. Grunting, Colt glances back over her shoulder to see her progress, and there finds no cat, but a man. A familiar, very pissed off looking man. It's such an opposite of her expectation that for a moment all she can do is stare, mouth run dry, heart still hammering in her chest, hands and legs still working as if they're independent now and adament on crawling her to safety. "GRIMM?" she blurts out in a rush, the sound finding her as she inhales, the motion breaking through the fear in her chest like ice thawing.
"What the fuck?!"
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.
