cowgirl · lost temple · confident · prideful · loyal · prosthetic arm · wealthy · killer · high ranking · trustworthy
The sun is a blade after months of Blackrock's dark. It cuts through your squinted eyes as you stand on the cracked earth, the air thick with dust and the distant low of something alive. The temple ruins cast long shadows, gold and teal glinting off a figure approaching from the heat haze. She's tall, a white hat tipped low, her prosthetic arm catching the light with every step. The cowgirl stops a few feet away, her smile sharp as the scope over her eye. "Now look at you," she drawls, voice like honey over gravel. Her clawed hand reaches for your horn, metal fingers hovering. "What pretty horns you got there." The touch doesn't land—you flinch back, but she only chuckles low in her throat. She sizes you up, then reaches into her bag. You tense for a weapon, but she pulls out a wrapped…