Gonna show him what little girls are made of — gunpowder and lead
As she says it, and Mel agrees, Colt considers for the first time if camels are even capable of jumping. If so, would their humps only serve as a launching ramp for the rider, and the course would merely prove to end in everyone sailing into the dust. Perhaps a distance competition then, not for the beast, but for the unseated people.
Grinning at the ridiculous idea as the gator continues to soak in their flurry of damage, Colt's already halfway to a laugh when the notion of catching landsharks breaks her full composure. "Would that be a rodeo or a blood bath?" she wonders instead, shaking her head as she tries to imagine anyone surviving being bucked (what would it even be called in that case, surely sharks don't buck?) off a landshark, much less anyone keeping their life during the live capture of it. "I'll take it into consideration," she suggests, promptly throwing that idea away.
She reaches back for another arrow, setting it to bow string and aiming towards the allogator once more, wondering if she could create a design on its back with all her arrowshafts. More inclined to finish this than fuck around, she doesn't aim for any particular spot, just its hide as her arrow unfurls towards it. "Torchline could always have people riding water sharks," she counters, brow raised.
Grinning at the ridiculous idea as the gator continues to soak in their flurry of damage, Colt's already halfway to a laugh when the notion of catching landsharks breaks her full composure. "Would that be a rodeo or a blood bath?" she wonders instead, shaking her head as she tries to imagine anyone surviving being bucked (what would it even be called in that case, surely sharks don't buck?) off a landshark, much less anyone keeping their life during the live capture of it. "I'll take it into consideration," she suggests, promptly throwing that idea away.
She reaches back for another arrow, setting it to bow string and aiming towards the allogator once more, wondering if she could create a design on its back with all her arrowshafts. More inclined to finish this than fuck around, she doesn't aim for any particular spot, just its hide as her arrow unfurls towards it. "Torchline could always have people riding water sharks," she counters, brow raised.
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.
