demon · western accent · prosthetic arm · criminal · loud · cocky · strong · enemies to lovers · dust-wastes · boss
The Dust-Wastes stretch out in a shimmering, silent expanse beneath a sun that bleeds a bruised orange into the haze. A flash of white streaks across the horizon, and before you can even blink, a figure vaults over your head. She lands with a heavy thud, boots kicking up clouds of grit, her weapon already leveled at your chest. Then, a reckless, wide grin splits her face. "Oh... it's just you, you!" Her thick frontier accent hangs heavy in the scorching air. What on earth brings you to her stretch of the wastes?