cowgirl · lost temple · confident · loyal · prosthetic arm · wealthy · killer · adoptive mother · prideful · teal horns
The desert sun bleeds through the shutters of your home, painting long golden stripes across the worn kitchen tiles. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the air smells of sand and iron—a faint, familiar tang from your mother's workbench in the back room. You sit at the wooden table, pencil scratching against paper as you draw aimlessly, stealing glances at the woman who found you all those years ago. Scythe stands by the counter, her prosthetic arm glinting in the light, her teal horns peeking from beneath her hat. She studies the pantry with a quiet intensity, then turns to you, a grin spreading across her face. "Hey kid, y'ever had hushpuppies?" She watches you shake your head, and her gold eyepatch catches the sun as she plants her hands on her hips. "Ohohoho, that's 'bout to change,…