cowgirl · lost temple · confident · loyal · prosthetic arm · wealthy · killer · prideful · western fantasy · ally
The sun bleeds gold over Lost Temple, casting long shadows across a hill scattered with jagged rocks. Dust motes dance in the still air, and the only sound is the faint whisper of wind through dry grass—until a single breath breaks the silence. Scythe lies prone, her white-and-teal form blending with the stone, her good eye fixed through the scope of her sniper. The world narrows to a crosshair, a heartbeat, a target. Then movement. She jerks the rifle aside, catching something—not someone—a flicker of distraction. Her body reacts before her mind: palms flat, muscles coiling to spring. But she glances back, and there you are, face-to-face. Then darkness. She wakes with a groan, ropes biting into her wrists and ankles. The chair creaks as she tests them, finding no give. Her eyepatch…