COLT
A sharp, dry laugh drags from her chest at his remark. He surely means it quite seriously, but it strikes her as far too funny, given the setting, and it unworks some of her unease. "You're lucky I didn't put my spurs on today," she offers with a wry tilt to her mouth as she approaches the large feline shape of him. Not having gotten a proper up close look the last two times he'd been in this shape, both times involving quite a bit of action, she can admire his size and prickly traits for the first time properly. Although slick for the water, spines and horns dot him as well, giving him an almost barnacled appearance at times.
For a moment she sways back and forth at his side, trying to scout the best path up and the better place to sit to avoid gouging herself on one of his sharp edges. Wishing she'd brought her enchanted saddle with her, or had some way to summon it, Colt resigns herself to the inevitable chafing with a mild sigh as she reaches up for one of the spikes. She grips it with a strength earned by holding onto things she maybe should have let go off, and with a grunt and a shuffle of feet swings herself up. It's not so fluid as on horseback, and she has to clamber the rest of the way with balance and a well placed heel on one of his side ridges, but she makes it up.
"Phew, this is new," she considers over his growl, slitting into place just behind his shoulders. The spines are naturally thinner there, better allowing the spine to move with his prowling gaits. It's lower down on his sides that she has to be careful, calves prickling on some spines and immediately pulling away only to find the tips of others. It's a very set fold of limb that she finds sits smooth and painless, and above her fingers wrap around some sizable spikes, not having any mane to thread herself into. "Okay," she tells him, evidence of her settling.
He lunges forward at once, the motion a completely different beast entirely from sitting a horse that a startled cry leaves her lips. He's like liquid over the sand, but beneath her, all that water comes to and fro like the tide. Horses are wider-back and almost have a floating quality with the way their backs stay steady, but this fells like motion barely contained beneath his hide, a rolling, expressive thing that dips and arcs and sways relentlessly. Her thighs bear down and she finds herself leaning closer to his back, hanging on for dear life to the spines.
By the time they arrive to the wagon she feels as tossed about as a ship in a storm, and the moment anything close to a pause registers she flings herself off his back. Her arms windmill and sand shoots up in high, dramatic plumes as her legs stagger to get back beneath her, but she manages not to eat shit. "Ah fuck, I think I need to be drunk if I ever do that again." Although maybe that'd be worse.
Trying to rein in her bearings as the two beasts descend violently upon the wagon, Colt settles for panting her breath back to pace, and squinting towards the wagon front. "GIVE IT UP THIEVES!" she bellows out at them, hands cupping around her mouth. "Or we'll destroy everything." Expecting they have some sense of self preservation, she angles to be the good cop here. Though she has reached down to fish out the dagger from her boot, just in case.
Colt says STOP thieves!
For a moment she sways back and forth at his side, trying to scout the best path up and the better place to sit to avoid gouging herself on one of his sharp edges. Wishing she'd brought her enchanted saddle with her, or had some way to summon it, Colt resigns herself to the inevitable chafing with a mild sigh as she reaches up for one of the spikes. She grips it with a strength earned by holding onto things she maybe should have let go off, and with a grunt and a shuffle of feet swings herself up. It's not so fluid as on horseback, and she has to clamber the rest of the way with balance and a well placed heel on one of his side ridges, but she makes it up.
"Phew, this is new," she considers over his growl, slitting into place just behind his shoulders. The spines are naturally thinner there, better allowing the spine to move with his prowling gaits. It's lower down on his sides that she has to be careful, calves prickling on some spines and immediately pulling away only to find the tips of others. It's a very set fold of limb that she finds sits smooth and painless, and above her fingers wrap around some sizable spikes, not having any mane to thread herself into. "Okay," she tells him, evidence of her settling.
He lunges forward at once, the motion a completely different beast entirely from sitting a horse that a startled cry leaves her lips. He's like liquid over the sand, but beneath her, all that water comes to and fro like the tide. Horses are wider-back and almost have a floating quality with the way their backs stay steady, but this fells like motion barely contained beneath his hide, a rolling, expressive thing that dips and arcs and sways relentlessly. Her thighs bear down and she finds herself leaning closer to his back, hanging on for dear life to the spines.
By the time they arrive to the wagon she feels as tossed about as a ship in a storm, and the moment anything close to a pause registers she flings herself off his back. Her arms windmill and sand shoots up in high, dramatic plumes as her legs stagger to get back beneath her, but she manages not to eat shit. "Ah fuck, I think I need to be drunk if I ever do that again." Although maybe that'd be worse.
Trying to rein in her bearings as the two beasts descend violently upon the wagon, Colt settles for panting her breath back to pace, and squinting towards the wagon front. "GIVE IT UP THIEVES!" she bellows out at them, hands cupping around her mouth. "Or we'll destroy everything." Expecting they have some sense of self preservation, she angles to be the good cop here. Though she has reached down to fish out the dagger from her boot, just in case.
Colt says STOP thieves!
Wild horse out the gate
Yeah your heart about to break
She the type of woman that gon' make you lose control
She something wild, you might need a lasso
Yeah your heart about to break
She the type of woman that gon' make you lose control
She something wild, you might need a lasso
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.
