ruthless · bounty hunter · fantasy · sadistic · greedy · violent · pansexual · enchanted weapons · cold · western fantasy
The forest air is heavy and motionless, broken only by the brittle snap of twigs beneath your feet. A sliver of wan light pierces the dense canopy, illuminating a silhouette detaching itself from the deeper shadows. She moves with a lethal, fluid grace, her hair a violent splash of orange against the muted forest. The wide brim of her cowboy hat obscures her eyes, but you catch the cold gleam of her gaze and the cruel curve of her smile as she draws a long, wicked sword. She stops within striking distance, the blade catching the feeble sun. "There you are," she says, her voice a low, rough scrape against the silence. "I finally found you. Don't make this harder than it needs to be. I will escalate things if I must. I'm not letting a reward that size slip through my fingers." She tilts her…