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
With the jungle so dense and so deadly, it doesn't usually result in survival to try and cross it in the dark. This campsite, so near the water and favored hunting trails, mean it is a tried and true resting place for safety. Better to sleep here and go your next path in the Suvahasi in the daylight. Even with their charcoal bandanas, she and Thal would not survive too many direct run-ins with the poisonous flowers.
Content with the fire that erupts into life once she's placed down their fuel, Colt grabs her own log-seat nearby the ancient. She works to untie the grouse, spearing their little bodies on a long, thinner brush branch that she flicks the leaves and stems off of to make it a soother, single roasting pole. "Mmhmm," Colt answers absently, focused on the task at hand, though her mind wanders to those old stories. "You know the hills of King's End?" Colt asks, more for conversation than answer. "Well, one of them is actually a massive toad," she says, sounding as if she means to inform Thal instead of entertain her.
"Legend says that it sleeps for years at a time, burrowing down into the ground and hardening itself with mud. It stops breathing nearly, and its heartbeat becomes mild. Both get mixed up with local storms, breathing for wind, heartbeat for earthquakes and passing thunder, so no one ever notices. Eventually, grass and flowers grow over it, and it becomes part of the landscape entirely." Colt hands over one bird-laden stick to Thal, suggesting to the Ancient that she handle the roasting. "When it awakes, usually with a strong rainfall, it's hungry."
Content with the fire that erupts into life once she's placed down their fuel, Colt grabs her own log-seat nearby the ancient. She works to untie the grouse, spearing their little bodies on a long, thinner brush branch that she flicks the leaves and stems off of to make it a soother, single roasting pole. "Mmhmm," Colt answers absently, focused on the task at hand, though her mind wanders to those old stories. "You know the hills of King's End?" Colt asks, more for conversation than answer. "Well, one of them is actually a massive toad," she says, sounding as if she means to inform Thal instead of entertain her.
"Legend says that it sleeps for years at a time, burrowing down into the ground and hardening itself with mud. It stops breathing nearly, and its heartbeat becomes mild. Both get mixed up with local storms, breathing for wind, heartbeat for earthquakes and passing thunder, so no one ever notices. Eventually, grass and flowers grow over it, and it becomes part of the landscape entirely." Colt hands over one bird-laden stick to Thal, suggesting to the Ancient that she handle the roasting. "When it awakes, usually with a strong rainfall, it's hungry."
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.
