TIME FOR SOME POSITIVITY!

TIME FOR SOME POSITIVITY!

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Her...business visits to Pride were just as quick as solving the problem she was hired to do. Villám insisted on snacking on flowers, no matter how Karma tried to convince the stubborn horse the otherwise. At least she managed to find a few which looked harmless instead about to bite her horse in return. Always on the lookout, while she could blend in Villám was quite a sight, drawing too much attention and not all of it was only curiosity.

The figure was familiar, something which Karma couldn't really say often, both her work and nature preventing her to see the same person twice.

“Ah, the fellow arsonist.”

She nodded in greeting, remembering the brief exchange with the snake demon.

“Don't want to bother, just thought it would be rude to not acknowledge. About to travel anyways.” the wraithlike gunslinger gestured at the book he's currently reading, she wouldn't like being disturbed when finally at peace for a while

Pentious’s tongue has been flicking in and out of his mouth on repeat for the past ten minutes. He isn’t staring off into the distance or anything. He’s just sitting there, reading a book. Tongue going in and out. In and out. Flickering and twitching and fluttering before slipping back in between his teeth, and then almost immediately flicking back out again. He doesn’t seem to notice.

Ghost of her old life lapped at her core, the whisper of adrenaline she deprived herself of, a show, a lasting impression in the people. A long interlocked gaze with Villám and the decision was made. The Lord dressed in leather jacket and chaps definitely a few extra pounds with all the...decoration; Karma decided to discard her own along with the saddle. The hellhorse had a similar built like Villám, seemed agile enough, she didn't take unnecessary risks or weights.

A race to the nearest town than back, her trust in her horse unwavering. Perfect harmony between the rider and the lightning fast creature, mutual bond spurred both of them unlike the Olroth excessive use of a riding crop. Whispered praises as moss green veins started to protrude slightly from the ashen skin, just a little more. The midnight mare seemed to fly at an almost impossible speed, the Lord already left in the cloud of dust.

Acidic green veins glowed brightly as the horse thundered through the finish line, taking a little time to fully come to a halt from such neckbreaking speed.

Her rider laughed with ecstasy from the thrill, a few circles of victory while waiting for the Lord's arrival. At some point she dismounted so fluidly while Villám was still basking in applause, her eyes eventually finding Striker's-

Genuine shock as he seemed to be well and actual relief despite how much of a headache he proved himself to be. She couldn't help but send a bright laugh in his direction as well.

Then a gunshot.

Karma whirled around to watch Olroth horse collapse dead into the dust while the Lord was still spitting every possible insult at the animal's corpse, his men creeping from corners, inns, her trained eyes spotted a few on rooftops as well.

"Take that horse and kill the bitch if she moves!!!" came the furious order from the fanged maw

No. She was past this. She changed her ways. Her life was peaceful. Two of them stood guard on either side of her with guns ready.

She worked hard for a secure life. Both for herself and Villám. Tremors shook her body but not her hands as a part she kept at bay fought to surface. It can't, she can't-

Villám's shrill neigh of fear echoed through the small town.

Two shots, yet they sounded as one, the ones at her side dropping dead in a second.

The demon woman wrestling with Villám's reins was the third one who perished; the ivory haired woman taking lives with the ease of breathing. From the corner of her eye she noticed one of the rooftop snipers lining up; with frightening accuracy the fourth body hit the dirt.

deathshadowed​:

It was almost time for her to disappear back to the desert, to her home as she didn’t belong. She couldn’t especially with powers beyond her control. Still, she hoped the imp, Striker she had the misfortune or rather HE had that to meet her was buried properly. She didn’t want to ride past his rotting body, sure that remorse would linger.

Villám was enjoying their last hours in this town, prancing around with imp children surrounding her, Karma couldn’t help but smile at the display and the little show she put on even without her rider. She had returned an another child yesterday, the last one missing, thankfully only a few bruises and dehydration. Still, she couldn’t exactly shake off the feeling that something was terribly off about this region as a whole.

She didn’t have the heart to announce they were leaving. Not when both the children and her horse were so happy. Instead she jumped on the playful mare with fur shimmering like oil in the blaze of suns. She was an undisputed champion of marksmanship, but among her skills came second being an extraordinary esquetarian. It was ‘made easy’ by their bond and mutual trust, but her talent was undeniable.

Suddenly the delightfully clapping children were picked up one by one, rushed inside despite their protests of wanting to watch. Did she indeed overstay her welcome and…and…she didn’t even dare to think about. But the locals weren’t coming with pitchforks ready for her. A newcomer or a visitor, Lord Olroth decided to make an appearance, Karma had heard a few rumors, whispers about the Hellhorse breeder, or better said horse stealer.

“Would rather not.”

She declined firmly as she yanked her priceless hand out of his talons, before the Lord could bring it to his maw.

“And Karma does just fine.” ‘Lady Karma’; holy chirst.

“Extraordinary beauty.” Olroth near purred, making Karma slightly guess the path she has chosen as the Lord hungrily eyed with Villám

“Not for sale. No matter the price.” she nearly snarled, a slight twitch of fingers, the familiar weight of her revolvers grounding.

“Well, there are other ways of gaining a prize like that besides money. How about a race then? Prove your mare deserves the Wrath-wide fame for being the fastest. Or is it simply born defective?” Olroth questioned smugly and Karma almost shot him dead on spot.

Villám neighed in displeasure at the insult, emerald flame eyes burning a little bit brighter at being talked about that, which seemed to amuse the Lord even further along with fueling his curiosity.

The sight was interesting, to say the least, a lord he’d care less for than the dirt he walked on(At least the dirt did something like keep the ground from not being there, the royal did jack shit in Striker’s opinion). He’d post himself up nearby a general store and watch the whole scenario unfold.

He might have issues with Karma, but even he felt insulted when the lord questioned the horse’s qualities. It maybe scared of Striker, but from one rider to another, one does not mess with the horse, and here Striker wished he had his popcorn, ready to see the lady that was so eager to get him away that she threatened violence and said such terrible things to him, he was eager to see the lord get their just desserts, knowing for a fact with how they acted, Striker believed himself to have done way less deserving of a tongue lashing before, he waited patiently for the explosion.

“Me without my camera or snacks, this is gonna be one heck of a show!”

" Now I remember why I don't come here very often.. " ( From Sinner James )

The target never knows she's coming until the brief second till death kisses them on the forehead; except for this one. Thick moss green smoke slithered from her side, the bastard aimed at her horse, this was the only possible choice. At least the gun wasn't blessed.

Her seat was far back, cloaked even more so in shadows, only her piercing eyes glowing through the inky darkness everyone instinctively leaned away from. Distaste pulled at her black lips, not like she was nursing the most quality whiskey of her life but still. Something like that was a sure way to get yourself into an early second grave.

“Care to elaborate?”

The marksman spoke before the inevitable bar fight, already irritated by Pride's constant noise and by her injury. Oh plus the possibility of the client warning the victim, which resulted in her beloved horse almost getting shot.

Silent. Efficient. Quick. Without a trace. All of her skills that classed her above the rest of assassins, bounty hunters, hitmen; however they called themselves. With her...unique methods Karma managed to get to a level where she got to choose which job to take, driven by her moral compass: no petty skirmishes, unnecessary assassinations, nor final revenge by the abuser.

Didn't expect to witness God's breasts but she's not complaining