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
Drifting behind the Knight and the Sword, tugging her jacket closer to her ears, Colt glances sidelong at Remi's busy hands. She says nothing, though her lips quirk to the side in a subtle line of mirth, puckered against the broader smile that might blow his cover.
At the sound of her name, she visibly perks up, gaze swinging between the men and their plans as snow crumples underfoot. "Sorry?" The apology isn't one, more of a foot being propped between a door attempting to close too quickly. "It sounded like you just generously offered me a ride on the back of the bait." She regards Ronin with fresh interest and an arched brow that fully shapes her amused disbelief. "Fun as that sounds, I think I'll pass." She shakes her head faintly, breath puffing out as it leaves her in something half laugh and half scoff. Anyone would be a safer bet for her to be with in that case.
She does look back towards Remi though, the humor settling into a warmer, wider smile. "I don't want you worrying about little ol' me." She nods her chin towards the horizon line. "Just get me in range and I'll keep with the cover, let my arrows bite from afar." Hopefully the only damage he'd be soaking would be from directly doling it out; his strikes enough to blunt the beast's momentum, and her's too distant or too minor to draw the full ire. Between all of them, they'd be lethal before long.
Watching the snowball sail with complete satisfaction, Colt continues as if this is ordinary and there's no fuckery afoot. "I think having Ronin play as bait works best. We can get the ursur into the best position for us to attack then."
Colt has everything on her profile and a bow
At the sound of her name, she visibly perks up, gaze swinging between the men and their plans as snow crumples underfoot. "Sorry?" The apology isn't one, more of a foot being propped between a door attempting to close too quickly. "It sounded like you just generously offered me a ride on the back of the bait." She regards Ronin with fresh interest and an arched brow that fully shapes her amused disbelief. "Fun as that sounds, I think I'll pass." She shakes her head faintly, breath puffing out as it leaves her in something half laugh and half scoff. Anyone would be a safer bet for her to be with in that case.
She does look back towards Remi though, the humor settling into a warmer, wider smile. "I don't want you worrying about little ol' me." She nods her chin towards the horizon line. "Just get me in range and I'll keep with the cover, let my arrows bite from afar." Hopefully the only damage he'd be soaking would be from directly doling it out; his strikes enough to blunt the beast's momentum, and her's too distant or too minor to draw the full ire. Between all of them, they'd be lethal before long.
Watching the snowball sail with complete satisfaction, Colt continues as if this is ordinary and there's no fuckery afoot. "I think having Ronin play as bait works best. We can get the ursur into the best position for us to attack then."
Colt has everything on her profile and a bow
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.
