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
A scrunched up face is all she offers in return to Remi before they're on the move, needing no further details about his deer husband's ass, thank you.
In position, Colt rests her shoulder against the rock cover, one hand reaching back to pull out an arrow from her quiver. She nocks it to her bow as Deimos and Ronin strike, well away from their firing line. She moves to lift her arm, head lowering to take aim, but holds until she has a shot clear of anyone, the ursur her only target. It requires a moment, and at one point she lifts her head to glance towards Remi as he all but lounges like a teenager during school hours. "Would go faster if you did something," she quips, the sound bright enough not to be too cutting, but she means it quite literally.
Slipping back into the raise of her loaded bow, the shot clear now, Colt draws her arm back. One eye squints across the tundra, guiding the aim and the arc of the release. She breathes out, steadying, and with it the arrow looses with a twang for the ursur. It's about then that she whirls around towards Remi, arms dropping. "You did the fucking thing, didn't you?" she accuses as if affronted. "Why didn't you say so, I would have done a trick shot."
Colt shoots an arrow at the ursur
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered | Cost: Action
The Wildwatch: Hunter’s Presence: Rolls with advantage against regular creatures (anything marked with a difficulty of Normal or below).
In position, Colt rests her shoulder against the rock cover, one hand reaching back to pull out an arrow from her quiver. She nocks it to her bow as Deimos and Ronin strike, well away from their firing line. She moves to lift her arm, head lowering to take aim, but holds until she has a shot clear of anyone, the ursur her only target. It requires a moment, and at one point she lifts her head to glance towards Remi as he all but lounges like a teenager during school hours. "Would go faster if you did something," she quips, the sound bright enough not to be too cutting, but she means it quite literally.
Slipping back into the raise of her loaded bow, the shot clear now, Colt draws her arm back. One eye squints across the tundra, guiding the aim and the arc of the release. She breathes out, steadying, and with it the arrow looses with a twang for the ursur. It's about then that she whirls around towards Remi, arms dropping. "You did the fucking thing, didn't you?" she accuses as if affronted. "Why didn't you say so, I would have done a trick shot."
Colt shoots an arrow at the ursur
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered | Cost: Action
The Wildwatch: Hunter’s Presence: Rolls with advantage against regular creatures (anything marked with a difficulty of Normal or below).
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.
