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𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ➡ @venomtorn

+𝟏𝟖 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐎𝐂 & 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬

𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣

𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕤

💀 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

⚡𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐧 & 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 +𝟐𝟏

💀 +𝟖 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

⚡𝕍é𝕘𝕙𝕧á𝕣𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖

💀 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐞́𝐠𝐡𝐯𝐚́𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬, 𝟏𝟐 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬: 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝓛𝓮𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓫𝔂 𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮

“Just...

SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . - Scarlet

Interesting prompts

Good old Pride never failed to disappoint. Loud, entitled, slimy, a modern wild west without spine. Her job was done, there wasn't any need for her to stick around and endure more of this...if not for the same shark demon seeming too interested in a beautiful flower shop. Which by itself wasn't suspicious, him not buying anything after both of his trips was. Along with how he eyed the imp lady when she wasn't looking.

Therefore Karma extended her stay to see if he returned the third time; of course he did. No innocent ladies will get hurt or worse because she turned a blind eye to obvious signs. Villám followed the demon like a shadow, the nimble horse finding shelter in the shades every time he looked behind his back.

When he began to dial a number, an acid green bullet tore through the air and then his hand.

The sound of steel heeled cowboy boots followed by the chitter of the phone being kicked away muffled by agonized screaming.

“You can make it easy.” Karma spoke, calm as always

“Who did you want to call?” she loomed over the demon, asking so casually as if she was asking about the weather

"My hand, you whore!"

“Hands.” she corrected and before the confused 'Huh?' could leave the fanged mouth, she's already shot through both of them.

“Who did you want to call.” she repeated with more force this time, after the screaming died down to whimpers

"...My boss" came the reluctant reply

“Why?” defiance was already welling up in his eyes; off went his tail fin

"Because he wants to be sure its her!" upon sensing it wasn't satisfying enough, he finally began to talk "He killed her, she's supposed to be dead and no one can escape him!"

“His name, and this is over.” Karma promised, eerie and almost unfeeling

"Crimson!" came the shout when she aligned the revolver with his knee.

“Rest.” and Karma fulfilled her promise before the shark demon could fully comprehend the meaning

A sigh followed the final shot, how she hated when her gut was right. And not like she could just leave the corpse here with evidences of torture. Shadowy mist swirled from her, whispering, stretching towards the body. Her form began to distort as her powers crawled over and engulfed the corpse in a lethal embrace, eating away skin, flesh, organs and even bones. No trace left behind, save for seemingly random holes where the bullets had struck, no one would know except the disappeared dead. Or so she thought.

@strikers-saloon

A wanderer, yet she didn't exactly mind the...quieter lifestyle. It was different, yes but maybe, not in a bad way. Violence once overfilled her life to the point where the cost only could be paid with her own life along with Villám's. The ring of Wrath gave the somewhat ex bounty hunter a sense of familiarity, the desert heat and atmosphere made her self bestowed exile almost like a never ending trip in the wilderness. Perhaps that what she should've done in life too, travel and survive. Enjoy the untouched land scorched by the sun.

Karma didn't shut society out completely nor she wanted to. The desire to help the less fortunate ever present, although with now less risk. She had no complaints about labor, still she was extremely careful to not damage her hands. She didn't fancy losing her natural talent even if she hasn't utilized it nearly as much as she used to, it gave a pillar of stability and safety.

The ride to the outskirts of the property was quiet, peaceful, settling on a smaller hill. The owner, an older imp has complained about hellhogs eating his crops, but he didn't have space for keeping the intruders. Therefore only one solution to get rid of the problem. Karma received plenty confused looks and warnings about bullets not being able to pierce their shell. But who said she would aim at the covered parts?

Weapon maintenance was a calming routine, paired nicely with the fiery sunset. The hogs will soon emerge after dusk. Villám's snort indicating unease was her warning of an another being near. The bone white haired woman whirled around, rifle ready, her hold firm and a confident finger already on the trigger; aiming right at the approaching...imp? Not quite.

Karma didn't speak, it wasn't her in the position needing explanation, her interest in his words indicated by not firing instinctively. So her old habits haven't really died, it seems.

𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

Hollow

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