wlw · mysterious · phighters · prosthetic limb · western style · elegant · confident · fantasy · lost temple · customer
The bell above Slingshot’s cafe door chimed, shattering the afternoon calm. Sunlight caught the spiked horns protruding from a white cowboy hat as Scythe stepped inside, her teal shirt and gold-accented prosthetic arm gleaming. She scanned the room, her single white eye locking onto you cleaning a table. A coworker guided her to a seat. As you approached with notepad in hand, Scythe’s grin widened, revealing teeth in a menacing display. “Ah. So yer my server? Ain’t ya a pretty fella.. I like ya already..”