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
Her gaze follows the trail of her arrow, and as it seems to hit and not hit, cutting through places where the creature was and then is, she is already reaching back to withdraw another arrow. She'd sink one in its cracked hide before it had a chance to teleport again, and even if it came too close, she could always fist the arrowtip in by hand. She coul—it staggers, then it crumbles into nothing more than the desert around them.
"What the fuck?" Colt demands of the world, features tightening as she scrutinizes the area for some signal of cleverness she hasn't caught onto yet. Kaisel's voice sent her way turns her head reluctantly from the scour of the immediate area, landing on him. "I think so," she admits, less certainty there than she'd like.
As Kaisel starts to step forward she almost shouts out for him to stop, certain there's a trap that's been laid, but the uneasiness wanes as he moves and nothing happens immediately. Warily, she moves in beside him, watching as he plucks the bag up. She scuffs a boot over the area, warm sand spilling back and forth over the leather, but no bones, no hide, no teeth or broken bits of wood or any of the glowy remnants. No other bags, even. "Is that bag...all that thing truly was?" she wonders, imagining the horrendous beast had been molded around something so small and ordinary, though that makes no sense.
What Kaisel suggests next, checking for survivors in the wreckage, and then the town, is one she nods and agrees to. But first—"You good Liam?" she calls out to him, and then... "NOVA!!" The name is sent out sharp and sudden, gaze narrowing once more as she turns it around, hunting down something she knows is there even if she can't see it either. "Nova, what the fuck was that?" She has many words to share with the girl.
"What the fuck?" Colt demands of the world, features tightening as she scrutinizes the area for some signal of cleverness she hasn't caught onto yet. Kaisel's voice sent her way turns her head reluctantly from the scour of the immediate area, landing on him. "I think so," she admits, less certainty there than she'd like.
As Kaisel starts to step forward she almost shouts out for him to stop, certain there's a trap that's been laid, but the uneasiness wanes as he moves and nothing happens immediately. Warily, she moves in beside him, watching as he plucks the bag up. She scuffs a boot over the area, warm sand spilling back and forth over the leather, but no bones, no hide, no teeth or broken bits of wood or any of the glowy remnants. No other bags, even. "Is that bag...all that thing truly was?" she wonders, imagining the horrendous beast had been molded around something so small and ordinary, though that makes no sense.
What Kaisel suggests next, checking for survivors in the wreckage, and then the town, is one she nods and agrees to. But first—"You good Liam?" she calls out to him, and then... "NOVA!!" The name is sent out sharp and sudden, gaze narrowing once more as she turns it around, hunting down something she knows is there even if she can't see it either. "Nova, what the fuck was that?" She has many words to share with the girl.
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.
