@strikers-saloon

@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.

∗ 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.

“Just...

SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

@goetiia

The swarming reporters were a perfect cover, given by the shadows they cast as they desperately tried to snap a picture of the possibly gravely injured Prince. Her lips twitched in disgust at the thought. Karma, despite her ways still vividly contrasted, contradicted Sloth, from clothing to attitude without mentioning her occupation or powers.

Of course she couldn't leave Villám in Wrath, the sleek midnight horse with emerald flame eyes blended almost as well among the shades as her rider. The marksman has lost count of the years she spent in Wrath, the desert almost like the scorching Arizona. She has watched the Harvest Moon festival from afar, solitude preferred for everyone's sake. Nothing she wasn't used to already.

“Be patient, alright? Call for me if necessary.” the marksman's tone gentle as she parted from her horse

It wasn't morbid curiosity that caused her to make this decision but genuine care; a poison green shadow slithering through the crowd unseen and undetected, crawling under closed doors, seeking the source fluttering life. Swirling smoke took her shape once in the room filled with flowers instinctively flinching away from her mere presence.

A louder clack of steel heeled boots to make her entrance known as subtle and careful as she could.

“I apologize if my presence is unwanted, Your Highness.”

The infamous eye with quite a reputation in Wrath a dim glow and contrast against the room.

“I can assure you, I mean no harm. I came because I'm genuinely worried about your state but I can leave if you wish to. I wouldn't blame you if my presence is...upsetting at best.” who would even want Death visiting them in a hospital?

𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

Hollow

Extermination - Unity

It's high noon time motherfuckers

Theme will be finished tomorrow, promo post waiting in drafts. Karma officially has her own blog.