Deathshadowed - 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭.

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Which unpopular archetype are you?

the dark horse

who would’ve guessed it’d be you? after all this time, it’s really you? when you were little, nobody knew your name. for so long, you’ve lived as a shade amongst shades. written off, cast aside, overlooked. you did your best work in the shadows. it took you so long to bloom, some thought you would never emerge at all. but now’s your time in the spotlight. all the heroes have failed, but you’re still standing. in the darkest hour, you came in to save the day. you’re our last hope, dark horse!

personality: clever, determined, quiet counterpart: the killer

(Thoughts: way too accurate, I only object the quiet, as when alive, she definitely wasn't. That aside, it perfectly describes her backstory, she would've lived a relatively normal life if her parents weren't killed when she was 10. Sparks of vengeance ignited and slowly transformed her into a killer, a bounty hunter and she only made her grand entrance when she was 110% sure about her skills and unwavering aim. She was written off as the sad little orphan while she was cutting open corpses to examine the damage dealt by bullets, customized her pistols from the best revolvers available and showed up like a lightning strike. And being the fourth horseman of the apocalypse, after conquest, war and famine ravaged the people, she in a twisted way is really the last hope to end the misery.)

All it took was Striker (@strikers-saloon ) mansplaining rifles for Karma to already have second thoughts about quitting murdering people for money.

              speak not my child - ɪ'ʟʟ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʀɪᴇs

∗ 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.