Drinking from a bitter cup, burying the bottles with the bones
The answer that lifts from the sand wears an innocence and an ignorance Colt simply doesn't buy. She knows exactly whose voice it is attached to and how capable its owner can be. The sound of it pulls Colt's attention that way, her head turning first before she loses track of it, her body soon following, angling better towards the source. "Not the creature," she clarifies. The words drag themselves past the tight clench of her teeth, scraping off along the way until they're rough and thin. "You."
There's something uniquely aggravating about being forced to direct a scowl at thin air. That Nova maintains her invisibility even still only rankles Colt further, the choice feeling less like precaution now than evidence of her further fucking around. "You almost got us all cleaved in two because you thought this was the time to crack a joke, Nova. This isn't a game. It isn't a fucking good time. These are our lives on the line." Tightness seats itself on her shoulders after she slides her weaponry back behind her. One freed hand cuts sharply toward the wreckage of the caravan. "You saw what this thing did." The gesture lingers. "Those are bodies lying in the sand." The carnage remains sprawled across the desert near them, a lesson written in splintered wood and blood already drying into the wind and heat. A few bad decisions, a few seconds too slow, that's all it takes to be the same.
There's something uniquely aggravating about being forced to direct a scowl at thin air. That Nova maintains her invisibility even still only rankles Colt further, the choice feeling less like precaution now than evidence of her further fucking around. "You almost got us all cleaved in two because you thought this was the time to crack a joke, Nova. This isn't a game. It isn't a fucking good time. These are our lives on the line." Tightness seats itself on her shoulders after she slides her weaponry back behind her. One freed hand cuts sharply toward the wreckage of the caravan. "You saw what this thing did." The gesture lingers. "Those are bodies lying in the sand." The carnage remains sprawled across the desert near them, a lesson written in splintered wood and blood already drying into the wind and heat. A few bad decisions, a few seconds too slow, that's all it takes to be the same.
Colt
I kept the pain, now I only feel alive inside the flame
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.
