Curious Cowboy Noises

Curious cowboy noises

@strikers-saloon

Karma, a woman, wanting to be left alone

Kept followed still.

Karma, lashing out after said man literally announced to take her job.

Striker: why are you acting like a bitch

Karma: Do you want a fucking essay on that.

HOLY SHIT I CAN DO 'READ MORE' ON THE MOBILE APP???

😃 tHIS IS AWESOME. HAVE A KARMA GIF

Me, taking a burnout quiz out of fun

‘ Do you struggle with any of the following? ’

Me, ticking every box out of the 9 except the lashing out at others: ....

Me: well shit.

“I just want to be fucking left alone to do my fucking job, why is it so hard to understand?!” long fingers ran through her bone white hair in aggravation; was this really a hard concept?

“I don't owe you an answer. You don't know shit about me, my experience or my life. You assumed I don't even recognize a curve in the barrel for the fucks sake.”

“Maybe because I don't need to eat and want to practice my aim instead?” Karma raised an eyebrow, trying to keep shadows, mist at bay along with her temper ... which was quite new. Then she noticed him fiddling with the bullet. What in the everloving fuck.

“DON'T TOUCH THAT!” she didn't remember the last time she actually yelled at someone, the acid green bullet reflexively caught after tossed, then dissolving into nothing at last

“I take you as suicidal because everything about this, about me screams death yet you're still here.” Karma growled, why can't her efforts to not kill him even accidentally be at least appreciated the smallest amount?! Surely the atmosphere was screaming danger yet he was still pushing, still purposely getting on her wrong side and she couldn't understand how someone could be so blind.

And it all went up in smoke the second he opened his mouth again. “You doubted me first. And I am pissed because you don't respect my boundaries or wishes to be left alone. You don't have to know the reason to back off when asked.” an indeed deathly silence followed before a dangerously calm “So now you doubt my marksmanship too?” Alright then.

“Want to see why? Then fuckin’ watch.” the dam broke at last, her talent getting insulted was simply too much. A few moments to calm her mind, she didn't shoot out of anger. No that would only open the door for mistakes and miscalculations.

“Villám.” steady and calm, a nod towards the mare as a sign to begin. The ebony horse's shill neigh echoed through the desert, making the entrance guarding hog move at the sudden sound coming from too close.

Slightly obscured by a rock, not like it was protection. A step forward turned into a whirl, the woman a shadowy mass for a second during firing, the movement altering the bullet's course to curve right behind the rock for the boar to drop dead. The sound followed a second later.

Without protection, the remaining took off again, crosshair eyes taking them in for an estimate. Wielding two guns clearly showed incredible ambidexterity, there wasn't even a second pause in the surgical precision shots. The last one was getting a little too far, Karma grabbed the faulty rifle, from Villám thankfully the bolt closed on the round now, a few quick strides and a wrong position if the weapon was working flawlessly. Breathe in, one last adjustment with determination blazing in crosshair eye, breathe out. The scurry of legs coming to a permanent halt.

Satisfaction flooded her at the successful hunt, easing her mind.

“ ‘Fancy’ bullets or a faulty rifle; doesn't matter. Because it ain't those what are special but me. Because I am the best marksman ever lived and rode across afterlife.” and with the previous demonstration she hoped she proved that statement true.

“Now leave. My...powers cause everything and everyone to wither in my presence. I can't control it and you will die- where the fuck is your shirt.”

deathshadowed​:

She didn’t wait for an answer but immediately took off with Villám, who also seemed glad to put distance between them. The pace relatively slow compared what she could achieve, the slowly dropping veil of darkness bringing a familiar sense of comfort and peace at last.

“Ezt a faszfejet. Fogadjunk, hogy feldobja a talpát a rohadt hústól.” (This dickhead. I bet he will kick the bucket from the rotten meat) Karma sighed, not like she didn’t warn him about it. She wanted to finish this as soon as possible, deciding to not bother with tracks but let her powers do the job instead.

Shadows aided her instead of hiding her prey, their presence like a beacon in the abyss. After the direction remained unchanging, probably leading to their hideout her vision returned to normal, adjusting Villám to stay next to the tracks.

“You stink like a corpse left out in the heat for…approximately five days.” Karma spoke without turning around as the unwanted company caught up

“Oh you fucking idiot.” she groaned when she realized the main source of the smell, the body already in a state of decomposition. Maybe he will drop the corpse when his clothes are drenched in its fluids.

Villám’s dislike made itself known as the not quite imp approached, Karma didn’t quite understand the reason behind her unease as he was far from the scariest creature they’ve encountered; still her safety was always priority.

“Mindjárt végzünk, nem lesz semmi baj. Tudod, hogy nem hagyom.” (We are almost done, don’t worry. You know I wouldn’t allow you to be hurt.) Karma whispered gently as she steered back the emerald eyed horse back to the path leading to the end of this

“Sure, how I did not think of shooting like mad for them to scatter again instead of following them back to a hiding place where their movement is limited. What a glorious idea.” she couldn’t have kept the venom out of her voice even if she wanted to; frequently reminding herself that the days when she shot someone to do herself a favor are over. She sort of wished they weren’t.

Once again checking for the sure signs of life around the previously pinpointed cave, she didn’t want to ride Villám up there out of worry she might injure her ankle in the darkness- when the last words caught up with her.

“The fuck did you say you smarmy piece of shit?” Karma whipped around, half of her face still covered by shadows, darkness swirling around the edges of a milky white eye. Shadows seemed to whisper, darken even more and cover any source of light. She dismounted faster than humanly possible, swept across the distance like an acid green swirl of shadows and grabbed his bandana in a furious grip.

“Is it because I have a pair of tits and refuse to roll in the mud with animals because I have a fucking impeccable aim?” a harsh tug, the color slowly filling the empty eye again

“Is it because your inferiority complex caused by generational trauma which I’m not responsible for, nor I give a shit if you sabotage MY livelihood because of that.” the shadows’ whisper became constant, their swirl threatening to almost touch

“And if you’re this suicidal, then be a man enough to off yourself instead provoking it out of others.” she delivered perhaps with more brutality than she originally wanted to; the dead boar fall apart rotten meat sliding from its skeleton. She quickly shoved the imp hybrid as far as she could upon witnessing.

“Now fuck off. You will end up like that if you’re in my presence for too long, even if I don’t want to.”

Striker would have kept smiling if it weren’t for the stench that seemed to explode from the carcass, now suddenly falling asunder, he’d dropped it after all the tugging and pulling that Karma did to him, it was not the first time someone angry had acted so aggressively toward him, though it was interesting how everyone went for the bandana, guessing it acted like a handle for anyone who wanted to grab him.

“You havin’ great tits and a nice ass means jack shit to me, it’s that attitude ya keep carryin’ around wielding like a dick that’s makin’ me think you’re just actin’ out.” He understood everyone had their reason to be angry, but the hostility he found in her was beyond him, and it was obvious he was not the reason she was so angry, but she was seemingly using it as an outlet, so since he wasn’t dead yet, he’d continue.

Leaning down he’d pick up the odd-looking bullet that tumbled out of the rotting skull, his curiosity had him less squeamish about touching it, but he’d start walking her, looking no worse for wear, though his outfit had the icky stench from the body now, he held the bullet aloft and talked aloud.

“Now ya are a curious one, angry, pissed off, shootin’ animals with no intent on eatin’, even if it’s for a job anyone would jump on the chance for meat and bones, yet you are more intent on sayin’ ah should kill myself.”

If she turned around to face him, he’d be flicking the bullet over to her, if not, he’d still be playing around with it between his fingers. Whatever was causing the animal to decompose so quickly was not known to Striker, the powers that Karma had just didn’t seem to affect him.

“I ain’t got a superiority complex, ah know my skill, what ah don’t know is why you have to be so fuckin’ pissed for me givin’ back the same energy ya givin’ off, talkin’ like ya know better just because ya want to be broody on ya special horse, havin’ bullets that decompose targets, why don’t ya say why you’re so special and maybe ah could start showin’ the proper respect, for all ah have seen is a pissy attitude and nothin’ else but fancy bullets.”

He wasn’t holding his words, though he was careful not to go too terrible, he wanted to know them and not make an enemy, though they weren’t making it easy for him, so he’d see if he could tease out a real response.

How are you ruined?

ruined by apathy

you cant bring yourself to care. you hate that you cant feel what you used to be able to feel. you hate that you cant be happy. you hate that you cant bring yourself to actually hate. your apathy has swallowed you and immersed you in a well of nothingness. you cant feel what you cant forget. you cant see what you close your eyes to. you choose to feel nothing, and you have lost everything because of it.