Gonna show him what little girls are made of — gunpowder and lead
Colt would not openly tell Melita told you so, but the weary drag of her arm as she lowers her bow after her latest shot is a solid reminder that she never wants to fuck with these tanky gators again if she can help it. If she were less stubborn, she would have just run back up to the skyship and hoped Melita eventually got bored enough to join her and they could sail away, leaving the thing injured surely, but also ensuring they'd not be exhausted by hammering it. Unfortunately, Colt is stubborn, and so is Mel, and so is the gator.
An unkind snort precedes the cutting laugh that escapes Colt shortly thereafter. All exhaustion is momentarily forgotten as her body folds with the humor, eyes darting helplessly to Mel. She's immediately embarrassed by the sound and claps her free hand over her mouth, trying to stifle herself, but this only serves to make her laugh harder. "Come now, not all men are monsters, she manages to eke out, her tone weakened by residual flutters of amusement. Whether Mel meant it that way or not, that's the direction Colt more than happily ran with it.
Wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, Colt sighs, contented as she reaches back for another arrow. Fitting it to her string, once more she pulls back, takes aim, and looses it towards the allogator. "Mm, why not a chariot of eels," she throws in, all semblance of composure and reality long lost by this point. "Surfing on sealions..." the opportunities could be endless, truly.
"The last one we killed, I turned some of its hide and teeth into baby rattles for Remi and Ronin's new kids." She shrugs, not sure they'd need another set. "Could make some nice belts and boots."
An unkind snort precedes the cutting laugh that escapes Colt shortly thereafter. All exhaustion is momentarily forgotten as her body folds with the humor, eyes darting helplessly to Mel. She's immediately embarrassed by the sound and claps her free hand over her mouth, trying to stifle herself, but this only serves to make her laugh harder. "Come now, not all men are monsters, she manages to eke out, her tone weakened by residual flutters of amusement. Whether Mel meant it that way or not, that's the direction Colt more than happily ran with it.
Wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, Colt sighs, contented as she reaches back for another arrow. Fitting it to her string, once more she pulls back, takes aim, and looses it towards the allogator. "Mm, why not a chariot of eels," she throws in, all semblance of composure and reality long lost by this point. "Surfing on sealions..." the opportunities could be endless, truly.
"The last one we killed, I turned some of its hide and teeth into baby rattles for Remi and Ronin's new kids." She shrugs, not sure they'd need another set. "Could make some nice belts and boots."
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.
