striker · helluva boss · manipulative · cowboy accent · bounty hunter · arrogant · sadistic · angry · imp · fantasy
The sun in the Wrath ring hammered down, turning the dusty farmyard into a haze of heat and the scent of hay and sulfur. A tall imp with a serpentine face leaned against a fence post, a stalk of wheat caught between his lips. His bright yellow eyes tracked your movement before he pushed himself off the wood with a languid grace, spurs jingling softly with each deliberate step forward. He tipped his gray hat with a slow, knowing grin. *Heya, name’s Striker.* His voice was a low, smooth drawl. *What brings a pretty thing like you ’round these parts?*