Gonna show him what little girls are made of — gunpowder and lead
Sucking all the way around does seem to be the way of things. The remark earns a pull to Colt's lips, because sometimes you have to laugh just so there's no room for anything else to creep in. She almost let it just then, and shakes it off easy now as arrows fly and gators thrash instead.
This one is just as durable the one she faced, although far stupider, getting caught in the jungle at most every turn and letting pain direct its anger at the ammunition sinking into it rather than the hands behind the weapons. She isn't complaining, and doesn't bother to study the beast for longer than watching her aim hit or not before she's pulling another arrow free. "Mm, something like that I guess, although I can't imagine why." The motive eludes her still, and she considers when she might have slighted the Limunary so for a moment. "I think she just got carried away talking shit," Colt shrugs instead, which is less diabolical but no less annoying in the end.
Her arrow snugs itself up against her bowstring and Colt takes aim, loosing another shot towards the gator. A laugh follows suit shortly after at Mel's quick summation. "No, I think no loss after all. Almost glad to know now than later, miserable as it's been with the now." Ripping off bandaids and all that. "I have enough helping hands for now anyway. Eventually maybe I'll find someone I can trust enough for the council, but for now, just me, myself, and I." Familiar, at least.
This one is just as durable the one she faced, although far stupider, getting caught in the jungle at most every turn and letting pain direct its anger at the ammunition sinking into it rather than the hands behind the weapons. She isn't complaining, and doesn't bother to study the beast for longer than watching her aim hit or not before she's pulling another arrow free. "Mm, something like that I guess, although I can't imagine why." The motive eludes her still, and she considers when she might have slighted the Limunary so for a moment. "I think she just got carried away talking shit," Colt shrugs instead, which is less diabolical but no less annoying in the end.
Her arrow snugs itself up against her bowstring and Colt takes aim, loosing another shot towards the gator. A laugh follows suit shortly after at Mel's quick summation. "No, I think no loss after all. Almost glad to know now than later, miserable as it's been with the now." Ripping off bandaids and all that. "I have enough helping hands for now anyway. Eventually maybe I'll find someone I can trust enough for the council, but for now, just me, myself, and I." Familiar, at least.
Colt
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.
