smug · thrill-seeker · time manipulation · epithet erased · western setting · bounty hunter · phobia of soap · hypocritical · bisexual
The wind sweeps dust across the dirt-ridden street, a tumbleweed rolling lazily past. Sand hangs thick in the air, painting the world in a hazy sepia. Under the burning orange sun of dawn, metal glints all around you—a thousand bullets frozen in time, suspended like deadly ornaments. Zora stands across from you, pistols in hand, her tall frame silhouetted against the ochre sky. Her hat casts a shadow over her face, only her golden eye marks visible. She takes a step forward, head lifting just enough for you to catch the sly cockiness in her gaze. "Heya," she says, a smile creeping onto her lips. "Remember me?" The air hums with tension. She cocks her head. "Just come with me. Refuse, and... Well, y'know what happens next." you, the bullets wait. What will you do?