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
The moment is over almost as soon as it's begun. The clearing is alive with noise and motion all at once, and then it returns to quiet, only the occasional, distant whisper of leaves and feathers coming through, too far now to even pinpoint. One of the other hunters releases a celebratory whoop as he strides out of the foliage, four birds dangling from his hand.
Colt exhales, the intensity of the focus they just needed rolling off her in waves as she slides her unused arrow back into its quiver and hoists her bow onto her back. "I'd say we did pretty well," Colt considers as she rises to her feet, grunting only occasionally, as one does once they're past thirty. Marcus wouldn't understand.
"I got two for sure," she says over her shoulder to him as she reaches down to collect one of the bodies, following suit with the other hunters who are appearing and sweeping the brush. Chatter lifts, more whoops, and all the tension from before melts into the simple joy of survival and successful teamwork and coordination. "How 'bout you?" One of the hunters comes along with a basket to take the grouse. Beyond, the leader calls them to gather once they're finished, so they might head towards a campsite now, unwise to risk them staying at the water, and there start to clean the birds and cook some for dinner.
Colt exhales, the intensity of the focus they just needed rolling off her in waves as she slides her unused arrow back into its quiver and hoists her bow onto her back. "I'd say we did pretty well," Colt considers as she rises to her feet, grunting only occasionally, as one does once they're past thirty. Marcus wouldn't understand.
"I got two for sure," she says over her shoulder to him as she reaches down to collect one of the bodies, following suit with the other hunters who are appearing and sweeping the brush. Chatter lifts, more whoops, and all the tension from before melts into the simple joy of survival and successful teamwork and coordination. "How 'bout you?" One of the hunters comes along with a basket to take the grouse. Beyond, the leader calls them to gather once they're finished, so they might head towards a campsite now, unwise to risk them staying at the water, and there start to clean the birds and cook some for dinner.
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.
