She Stayed Silent, Not Feeling Any Need To Uncover Any Part Of Her Story, Perfectly Content With Leaving

She stayed silent, not feeling any need to uncover any part of her story, perfectly content with leaving Villám's origins in the shadows. The stares was what she grew used to, the occasional comments...those were the times when she had to remind herself that she's retired.

“Wrong wording on my part.” well, she wasn't exactly social and thought a bent barrel was an already obvious setback “ The bolt is an another problem I realized as I've cleaned and oiled it for nothing.” voice bordering on a growl now “It fires now, but the ejector channel was filled with rust which resulted the bolt not closing on a live round at first. Even now the movement isn't smooth nor fast enough for my style.” good to know the already obvious that the old imp was such a traditional believer of getting rid of those damned animals using the common method.

“The curve is something I could've worked with, but it compared with the defective bolt is too much even for me. So this can go back to being a now polished table leg or whatever it was.”

The being only stared with an occasional twitch of her facial muscles at the offer and the audacity, a struggle to keep the darkness always wanting to creep out firmly locked inside. She didn't want to inflict anything permanent...yet.

“So you slither here unannounced and unwanted, insult me by pointing out a flaw which even my horse can see,” Villám quietly neighed in agreement “graciosly offer to not take my payment for the bloody job I've been hired to do.” Karma quite literally hissed, discarding the faulty rifle for her own revolvers in pristine condition, half of her attention already trained on the growing noise and the dry rattling of crops

“Still yes, pick your carcass. Villám is built for speed anyway, not for transporting them.” the tiny hill gave her the upper hand in vision, one of the largest already feasting

“Shut up, don't get in my way, don't question my choices, don't go near my horse and let me work in peace.” the ivory haired woman named her terms quickly before the swift and silent ascend. She needed a clear head, it was almost completely dark and the soon to be targets were moving. A deep breath, the familiar feeling of both of her beloved revolvers; screw Old Jack and his relic rifle. She's not going to roll in the mud with animals.

The first shot a thunder in the previous silence, the sickly green bullet going through the hog's eye; by the time it dropped dead, the trick had been performed again from a different angle she maneuvered herself into. The rest decided to flee back into the night, her left eye briefly turning empty white to sense the direction they ran.

“You've got two to pick from. Get rid of its head as quickly as possible along with any discolored meat.” Karma warned “For the rest, I'm going on a hunt. Alone.”

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The faintest twitch of her eyebrow at the admission of sneaking up; no shit. She listened silent and blank, unmoving except a brief flick of eyes quicker than a blink to assess him fully. She still could feel unease radiate from Villám by the newcomer’s presence, their connection survived even death.

“Nyugalom.” (Easy.) her tone warm and even to calm the horse, dismounting with one fluid motion, not in the slightest quiver in her aim. The emerald flame eyed mare gracefully took shelter behind her rider, more reason to assess the stranger a bit harshly than she usually did.

“You are rather calm despite a weapon pointed at you. At this range even if I wasn’t the best shot around I wouldn’t miss.” she stated, the conclusion that he must be used to situations like this, unsaid “If you were approaching with the hope of a quick roll, then you already would be bolting halfway through the field screaming every possible curse.”

The rifle releasing the imp from its crosshairs at last, but not exactly set aside.

“What I don’t know yet is why my horse is so uneasy in your presence.” the other crosshair hasn’t lifted from him; the scar around her eye emitting a faint green glow in the approaching dusk

“Karma.” she replied, soon she was gone, no need to go into details why she was new

“The owner, Old Jack has a hellhog problem nobody took care of. That’s what I’m doing here. With a weapon maintenance as bonus. It still pulls a bit to the right though. My guess that the bolt has been damaged, deformed or simply eroded.” acid green eyes gestuted at the old hunting rifle given by the owner for the task; she still hit the mark with weapons in worse condition, she only needed a few adjustments to her aim to accommodate the faulty weapon

Striker had been on the working end of a rifle plenty of times to know the feel of squeezing the trigger at someone, and on the business end to know how to get himself away from the wrath that held the trigger hostage, that and a healthy feel of living on borrowed time made him more than careless, almost to the point of scary, letting people think he might be more powerful than a simple imp.

“Because it ain’t a horse of Wrath, how ya got one down here surprises me almost as much as I did you, not many got a connection like that.” He’d look down at the gun and give a quick laugh, the gun was in terrible condition.

“See he gave ya a gun that’s older than he is, that relic from the imp uprising… If it were the bolt, you’d not be able to fire that thing, If it bends to the right, it’s the bore. I could even see from where ah stood that the barrel was bent, he’d probably used it to prop up somethin’.” Striker knew his way around guns, having spent most of his life with them it was second nature to him to diagnose them, he could have been a successful gunsmith if he had chosen a more relaxing career choice.

“Unless ya got a hammer forge, that thing won’t shoot straight no matter how hard ya bend or push, but it ain’t obstructed, so ya shots will fly.” He’d look between Karma and her horse, raising a brow at exactly how it seemed they were wary of him. He’d take a few steps back and keep his tail low to the ground, hoping that with less of him, they’d relax more.

“If he’s got an issue with boars, I can help, the reason why ah came over here in the first place, and consider it a friendly gesture, ah won’t even take any of the rewards he might want to give you for the job, long as ah get my pick of a boar once we’re done, sounds good?”

Karma thought, hoped she will perish in a great battle, the most famous shootout of the old Western era. Death accompanied her since childhood, her parents dying when she was 10, her uncle when she was 20. The legendary marksman has never missed her target; she was a Black Mamba: one bite, sure death. The only remaining family member was her horse, Villám, a cross breed between Lipizzan & Akhal Teke. The gang she was hunting realized how deep her bond ran with Villám, wrestled the horse into the furthest stall from the exit and set the stall on fire. Karma had a choice, continue her hunt with vengeance and leaving Villám to die alone, afraid or face her greatest fear, the fire and try to rescue her.

She marched into the flames. By the time she reached and freed her, she knew it was too late for them to get out. Her revolver only had one bullet in the cylinder, she couldn’t leave Villám, nor she had the strength to end her. Instead Karma told her to breathe. Breathe in the thick clouds of smoke before the fire could reach them. They collapsed and died together, shielding each other from the approaching flames. The most feared gunslinger died in 1895, her grave unmarked, her legend slowly suffocating along with her.

The first change she noticed in Hell that the chambers of her revolvers, Salvation and Damnation were full. The next was Villám standing next to her, her mane and tail billowing like smoke, her fur a darker shade of black and her eyes were acid green fire. As Karma was hugging the only one remaining and even following her to death, her hair fell into her face; instead of the sun lightened dark blonde, porcelain white strands.

As she took a small step realized that the exact spot she’s been standing has started deteriorating. Death following her like a shadow in life has finally caught up with her. When Karma learned about the yearly cleanse, she decided to test her newfound powers, pressing her hand to the border of the ring until was eaten away and she could escape with Villám.

She wandered through rings until she reached Wrath, the scenery, the inhabitants a strong reminder of her life, therefore she decided to settle in that ring.

Side verse / delayed death: Humbled by her death, Karma treated her afterlife as a second chance. She lived in almost complete soltitute, near exile mostly due to her powers as she didn't want to harm anyone nor the infrastructure and her actual need to enjoy the quiet, dangerous desert with her horse by her side. She took on various jobs, hunting, weapon maintenance, locating lost or missing children and killing those who took them; a humble life which didn't require her to be known by society other than a wraith passing by. Until a day and a challenge, a threat came.

Main: As decades passed, the ivory haired woman and her midnight wonder of a horse wasn't too much of a secret. The current local demon lord had his eyes on the strange mare and challenged the rider to a race, if he wins he takes Villám. Karma agreed, her faith in her horse's speed unwavering, plus it...offered a thrill from her old life. Despite her victory, Villám was about to be taken she realized there was only one way out of the situation. After the showdown Karma realized she was destined to kill, no matter how she tried to run from it. With now shadows oozing from her back, she continued with her old job, a bounty hunter clouded by murky mist and an aura of decay.

Demonic features:

At first glance Karma appears relatively humanlike. Bone white hair, poison green sclera, bright, glowing acid green irises along with the glowing outline of her crosshair scar. Her right pupil merged together with the scar, but causes no problems in vision.

Her skin is sickly pale, as if she’s a ghost, it turns to black starting from her fingers while shooting. Her crosshair scar also glows when taking aim.

As a souvenir from her human life, her Black Mamba alias carried over into the afterlife in the form of the entire interior of her mouth being ink black along with a slightly lighter black forked tongue. She also has two extra hidden fangs on the top of her mouth which she can flick down briefly. However she's not venomous, but the sight is usually deterring enough to keep the facade.

There are two long ashen gashes on her back, always oozing shadows: the slits feel like they are missing something; also they are the main source of the eerie fog/shadows accompanying her.

Karma doesn’t bleed. When she’s wounded, black mist with tints of green seep out of the wound, both weaving it close and eroding everything else it touches. Her heart is also silent, been since her death but overwhelming emotions are capable of making it beat for a few seconds, which is both physically painful and an emotional trauma in one.

Demonic transformation: Karma is quite short with her 5'9 frame, but that can change quite drastically between 10 feet up to even 20. Her whole body is overtaken by a substance similar to smoke; black, poison & seafoam green swirling together. Her state is between solid and gaseous, gaining speed unable to be followed by naked eye. Her left eye striking white, her crosshair scar glowing a vicious acid green while the rest of her face stays hidden in the shadows.

Abilities:

Revolvers: her bullets are the essence of souls she has killed both when alive and dead; combined with her powers. Stronger the person/entity was, greater the bullet’s damage will be to the point of destroying holy beings. Her bullet supply is near unlimited, but if she misses one shot, she will lose all collected souls, reaving only one bullet when she died.

Aura of decay: Karma can’t stay in one place for too long. The smoke accompanies her every step, causing the environment to die, most beings to age if spent too much time in her presence. So far only one is immune to it. When transformed, instead of this phenomenon being passive, she can unleash it as a devastating offense, the swirling black and acid green tendrils leaving only brittle bones.

Shadow manipulation: She can control shadows in her vicinity, short distance travel through them, engulf smaller areas in complete darkness. In shadows she can move faster than sound, agile and her body is not solid while doing so.

Sensing life forms: Mostly with her left eye, she can sense life nearby, although can’t pinpoint the exact location unless she’s really close. But she knows someone, something is there.

It's high noon time motherfuckers

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◇ Crossover + OC Friendly

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