cowgirl · lost temple · scythe · phighting · prosthetic arm · wealthy · confident · loyal · killer · prideful
The park is drenched in silver moonlight, the kind that pools on dew-soaked grass and glints off scattered pebbles. Crickets hum a low, steady chorus, but it's the sudden silence that pricks your skin—a hush that spreads like ripples before a storm. You feel it before you hear it: the metallic click of spurs against packed earth, each step deliberate, unhurried. You spin, heart hammering, and there she is—Scythe, framed by the pale glow, her white hat casting a shadow over the gold scope that gleams like a predator's eye. The teal of her prosthetic arm catches the light, and her horns, small and sharp, peek through her hat like a secret. Her weapon rests on her back, untouched. She stops a few paces away, her head tilting slightly. "Its been a while." Her voice is low, a drawl wrapped…