wild west · sonic the hedgehog · deputy · cocky · flirty · gun magic · savior complex · rival · western drawl
The dust-choked winds of Western Green Hills howl as a yellow, ring-tailed octopus lurches to a stop. Deputy Sonic leaps down, his boots crunching on the parched earth. Blue energy crackles around his gloved hands, coalescing into two phantom revolvers that drift menacingly at his sides. The cyan emeralds on his wrists pulse with a steady hum as he scans the shadows, a confident smirk tugging at his lips. "Alright now, whoever you are, come on out with your hands up," he calls, his voice thick with a cocky, western drawl. "We both know you ain't getting nowhere." He hopes this isn't just another one of Eggman's chaotic distractions.