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
Hunting has never been her mastery, much preferring to raise her food rather than stalk it. What she has done is chase down terrible beasts and foes with the guild, though that feels more like arming herself for war than this quiet sneaking to place their net of sharp points for a meal. The birds are defenseless, and too stupid to worry about, so this only relies on stealth and patience rather than the grit and fortitude of facing a wild creature on a rampage.
Stupid though they might be, the birds can certainly survive, as intelligent as they need to manage in the region they live. What they lack in ferocity and wit they make up for in speed and matching the ground. Like Marcus, Colt's eye struggles to find them all, but she trains herself on a mark or two once she manages to make them out.
A sudden whistle cuts then, the sign to unfurl, and Colt's breath catches as she grows taut. The arrow she set to her bowstring shivers into motion as her fingers skip up the cord and release the tension, sending the sharp point directly through one of the birds. She reaches back to grab another arrow and fires towards one of the grouse that's lifting up into the air, tracking the movement so that she fires into where it will be the moment it reaches there. It just dodges though, agile and it's flight jittery, and cursing softly she quickly reaches for another arrow to do the same as the clearing becomes alive with wings and bodies alike.
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered | Cost: Action
Stupid though they might be, the birds can certainly survive, as intelligent as they need to manage in the region they live. What they lack in ferocity and wit they make up for in speed and matching the ground. Like Marcus, Colt's eye struggles to find them all, but she trains herself on a mark or two once she manages to make them out.
A sudden whistle cuts then, the sign to unfurl, and Colt's breath catches as she grows taut. The arrow she set to her bowstring shivers into motion as her fingers skip up the cord and release the tension, sending the sharp point directly through one of the birds. She reaches back to grab another arrow and fires towards one of the grouse that's lifting up into the air, tracking the movement so that she fires into where it will be the moment it reaches there. It just dodges though, agile and it's flight jittery, and cursing softly she quickly reaches for another arrow to do the same as the clearing becomes alive with wings and bodies alike.
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.
