COLT
My clothes still smell like smoke
Your name's still in my throat
But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
Your name's still in my throat
But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
The rush of motion and the press of heat stills for just six impossible seconds as Vesper's suddenly there before her. Some part of her had known what she'd done. Commanded it even. Warned Kaisel of it in fact. Yet that had felt distant, little more than a thought sliding past her mind, not the commitment to seeing him that this is, not the betrayal of a decision to never need him again.
Every feeling drops out from beneath her as he stands between her and the creature, darkness sweeping forth in a display of terrible beauty. She doesn't see that none make contact, not when the blue of him turns on her, pinning her as expertly as every other time before. The only part of her that manages to steady is her gaze, amber cast unwaveringly back upon him. As he departs, always sooner than she'd like, a hand instinctively jerks forward. Just a touch, before she catches herself, aware that there'd be no keeping him here, and worse still to reach for him. The thank you dies out where it started to rise on the back of her tongue.
Every feeling and sense lurches back in a nauseous swell and Colt's attention snaps back to the beast as Vesper's parting image and dying word fizz out into the back of her mind. The other yelled cautions and demigods keep her well out of the line of fire, including the quite literal fire that appears suddenly. A reminder of the giggler. All of it happens in rapid succession and Colt is already planning to put distance between herself and the beast before it beats her to it. Shimmering in and out of sight, she gasps faintly when it just ceases to exist, flesh prickling with the race of adrenaline at such movement and ability. It pops back into view further away, and wounded as it appears to be (what had that brightness been, splashing from its ribs?), she doesn't trust her eyes, not when it's already bent the world around it so unnaturally.
"Fucking hell, that thing can move," she grits out, but there's a stroke of relief behind it. She prefers the distance, although she doesn't hesitate to close some of it to ensure the thing doesn't escape. "Don't let it run off and lick it's wounds!" she advises, reaching to grab her bow from her back and an arrow from her enchanted quiver. Distance is good, it's safe, but she wants to make sure her hits will land too, so she gets within range of it before lining up her shot. She waits to ensure no one is in her sights except the beast, then with a bow twang, releases her arrow towards it.
Colt gets within 29 ft of the creature and then fires an arrow from the pencil sharpener at it after ensuring no one is in the way.
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered | Cost: Action
Every feeling drops out from beneath her as he stands between her and the creature, darkness sweeping forth in a display of terrible beauty. She doesn't see that none make contact, not when the blue of him turns on her, pinning her as expertly as every other time before. The only part of her that manages to steady is her gaze, amber cast unwaveringly back upon him. As he departs, always sooner than she'd like, a hand instinctively jerks forward. Just a touch, before she catches herself, aware that there'd be no keeping him here, and worse still to reach for him. The thank you dies out where it started to rise on the back of her tongue.
Every feeling and sense lurches back in a nauseous swell and Colt's attention snaps back to the beast as Vesper's parting image and dying word fizz out into the back of her mind. The other yelled cautions and demigods keep her well out of the line of fire, including the quite literal fire that appears suddenly. A reminder of the giggler. All of it happens in rapid succession and Colt is already planning to put distance between herself and the beast before it beats her to it. Shimmering in and out of sight, she gasps faintly when it just ceases to exist, flesh prickling with the race of adrenaline at such movement and ability. It pops back into view further away, and wounded as it appears to be (what had that brightness been, splashing from its ribs?), she doesn't trust her eyes, not when it's already bent the world around it so unnaturally.
"Fucking hell, that thing can move," she grits out, but there's a stroke of relief behind it. She prefers the distance, although she doesn't hesitate to close some of it to ensure the thing doesn't escape. "Don't let it run off and lick it's wounds!" she advises, reaching to grab her bow from her back and an arrow from her enchanted quiver. Distance is good, it's safe, but she wants to make sure her hits will land too, so she gets within range of it before lining up her shot. She waits to ensure no one is in her sights except the beast, then with a bow twang, releases her arrow towards it.
Colt gets within 29 ft of the creature and then fires an arrow from the pencil sharpener at it after ensuring no one is in the way.
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered | Cost: Action
When fire meets gasoline
Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat
It burns bright but damn you lose everything
We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat
It burns bright but damn you lose everything
We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
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.
