COLT
Usually, I ain't the type to stay up all damn night
Thinkin' 'bout someone else
It's hard to be fine when your heart's on the line
And the truth is I'm goin' through hell
Thinkin' 'bout someone else
It's hard to be fine when your heart's on the line
And the truth is I'm goin' through hell
Pulling her quiver into better position on her shoulders, Colt glances up at the storm with something of a frown. Always one to watch nature's teeth set to the world, and greedy for the weather now that she's in Hak Etme, this display of lightning and volcanic cloud feels like it means to trap them here for the night. What she hoped would be a quick venture might be getting an extended timeframe.
"Yeah, that storm looks like it means to eat," she remarks, all too aware of the way her hairs are on end at the base of her neck and rippling down her arms. They're responding to the charge in the air, heavy with every enroaching break of light and bellowing breath of the sky. Giving the storm one last look, for now, Colt slips into the rocky shelter of Frey's Breath with Thal.
The soft glow of the little fires dotting the space, coupled with lines of moonlight that fight through the rocky cover and the clouds, gives the area a serene quality quite at odds with the fire and brimstone just outside. The next peal of thunder and lightning sounds quite close, its echo booming down into the cavern with an erratic bounce of noise before it fades.
"I think we better unless we want to get fried out there," Colt says with a grunt as she kneels by the surface of the pool. Pulling a small flash out of her coat's inner pocket, she dips the empty container into the spring waters. Bubbles glug up as the flask fills, another peal tearing the sky in hald above them. Some outlets in the stone allow the sight to be seen, a touch of rain streaking down and hissing against the warm water. "Y'know where it doesn't get too cold?" Colt probes as she lifts up her filled flask, tucking it in her coat again.
"Yeah, that storm looks like it means to eat," she remarks, all too aware of the way her hairs are on end at the base of her neck and rippling down her arms. They're responding to the charge in the air, heavy with every enroaching break of light and bellowing breath of the sky. Giving the storm one last look, for now, Colt slips into the rocky shelter of Frey's Breath with Thal.
The soft glow of the little fires dotting the space, coupled with lines of moonlight that fight through the rocky cover and the clouds, gives the area a serene quality quite at odds with the fire and brimstone just outside. The next peal of thunder and lightning sounds quite close, its echo booming down into the cavern with an erratic bounce of noise before it fades.
"I think we better unless we want to get fried out there," Colt says with a grunt as she kneels by the surface of the pool. Pulling a small flash out of her coat's inner pocket, she dips the empty container into the spring waters. Bubbles glug up as the flask fills, another peal tearing the sky in hald above them. Some outlets in the stone allow the sight to be seen, a touch of rain streaking down and hissing against the warm water. "Y'know where it doesn't get too cold?" Colt probes as she lifts up her filled flask, tucking it in her coat again.
I keep it dark, I keep it quiet
But then you come around and light me up
Takin' up space like a hyphen
You're on my mind and I can't fight it
But then you come around and light me up
Takin' up space like a hyphen
You're on my mind and I can't fight it
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.
