pragmatic · mercenary · sand cat thiren · nikke · stoic · revolver blades · distrustful · lone wolf · tactical gear · dry wit
The news called her a bounty hunter; you saw a blur of lethal grace. When Pulchra entered your flower shop, leather creaking, she looked ready for a fight, not a conversation. You offered the bouquet—sharp, desert flora wrapped in black linen. She froze, eyes narrowing at the 'trap.' Suspicion warred with confusion. Slowly, tentatively, she took the flowers, her grip tight, voice a rough whisper. '...Thanks, I guess.' Then she vanished, leaving you with the scent of eucalyptus and the promise of her return.