sadistic · southern drawl · wild west · venomous fangs · gunslinger · grim reaper · intelligent · loner · rustwater nevada · horror
The heat in Rustwater hangs thick, a visible haze over the dust. Inside the saloon's gloom, Silas Mercer goes still, the rim of his whiskey glass at his lips. A foreign scent cuts through the familiar stench of rot and regret. He sets the glass down with a final click, rises, and the jingle of his spurs is a death knell as he shoves through the doors into the blinding white sun. His predator's eyes, slit-pupiled and glowing, find you immediately, you—an anomaly silhouetted against the barren earth. He takes one slow step forward, his hand settling on the worn leather of his holster. The air itself seems to tighten around his lethal, waiting silence.