Her...business Visits To Pride Were Just As Quick As Solving The Problem She Was Hired To Do. Villm Insisted

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.

@infernal-dominion

Solitude and the desert were old, familiar friends. Made her feel like she belonged to the beautiful landscape even now when she was a wraith among vibrancy. Her decision to metaphorically bury her weapons -she would've never had gotten rid of her revolvers- and live a decent, quiet life failed spectacularly; a grim reminder of the words of an another feared gun for hire: she wasn't a savior but a killer.

Angeleyes was oh so right and Karma couldn't loathe the man for that. A sigh followed by a small smile, at least Villám was with her despite everything. Ivory fingers curled a tiny bit tighter into the mane of the sleek ebony horse, sometimes she decided to ignore tacks and rode in a way like the nomadic tribes her father told her about did.

It was strange to find a demon so deep in the endless horizon, furthermore alone; she was well aware the desert was also an unmarked burial ground, mostly for the undeserved. Gently steering Villám towards the figure, she had enough water to spare in case they managed to get utterly lost and she wasn't the type to simply ride past someone dying from thirst.

She came to a halt in front of the creature, ink black lips parting to offer help. The shadows whispered. Or she came to the conclusion that they did in lack of a better culprit. They have done so while she was alive too, bringing many unexplainable images, facts, faces along with a strong sense of deja vu. By now she learned to listen to them.

“Have we met before?”

Despite the confusion, her tone gentle as always, acid green eyes stared, overfilled with curiosity.

“Christ, your Navy man is so embarrassing.”

@lightningdamned

A sympathetic glimmer in poison green eyes. But she knows better than to pity.

“I'm convinced the priest christening me wanted to drown me instead.” the marksman shrugged; it was in the past. And he was dead.

“I think you must have an idea of the reactions of me wearing men's clothes. Now not that bothered me, but when they declared my skills with revolvers are given by the devil; no, that was a different case.” the eerie mist surrounding the pale woman thickened at the memory

“And then there were the criminals running into churches all time as it's ‘the Lord's house’. ” well, she always gave a reminder that it's only four walls and a roof.

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@sssardonian-ssserpent

“Personal reasons or just felt like it?”

shippy memes for you hoes

“ i had a dream about you. ”

“ i’ve never cared about anyone the way i care about you. ”

“ i know it’s not fair to ask you to wait for me, but i can’t bear the thought of seeing you with someone else.  ”

“ i’m not really good at this sort of thing. i never really had much luck with relationships before but i wanna make it work. i want us to work. ”

“ i love you. you don’t have to say anything, i just thought you should know. ”

“  i do care about you i’m just. i’m not good at talking about it. ”

“ i didn’t like seeing you with them. ”

“ you’re my person. you’ll always be the one i go to. ”

“ i could have lost you today! do you know what that would have done to me? ”

“ do you even know what you do to me? ”

“ i can’t stop thinking about you.  ”

“ you’re the most amazing person i’ve ever met. ”

“ i don’t deserve you, but i want you anyway. ”

“ you’re safe with me, you know that right? ”

“ please just tell me how you feel. ”

“ just say the words. tell me you want me and i’m yours. ”

“ you’re always there. i didn’t used to see it before, but i do now. every time i’ve ever needed someone, you were there.  ”  

“ you had a dream about me? ”

“ i guess i always kinda had a little bit of a crush on you. ”

“ you thought i never noticed you, but i did. i always saw you. ”

“ oh my god please don’t tell me you tried to make breakfast again, the stove hasn’t recovered since last time. ”

“ you waited for me? ”

“ i was always kind of hoping we’d give it a shot one day.  ”

“ you were always my maybe, ya know? ‘maybe they’d finally ask me out.’ ‘maybe when i wasn’t the one looking, they were noticing me too.’ i know it’s silly, but. you were always in the back of my mind. ”

“ oh god you’re really gonna do the whole rocks against the window at midnight boombox thing aren’t you? ”

“ i’m gonna wait for you, as long as it takes. ”

“ loving you saved me. ”

“ why me? out of everyone you could’ve chose.  ”

“ i’ve always loved you. ”

“ i know it’s late, but i just needed someone and. i guess you always answer when i call.  ”

“ i brought pizza and wine and a horrible movie so in the words of rory gilmore, i’m ready to wallow now. ”

“ you didn’t have to come ya know? i’m glad you did though. ”

“ if we could run away together and go anywhere, where would you take me? ”

“ what are you doing here? it’s the middle of the night. ”

“ i dont want to go back to how we used to be. i want more. i want you. ”

“ you’ve had every piece of my heart since the moment i met you. ”

“ why is it your always the one to pick up the pieces every time my heart breaks? ”

“ are you gonna keep looking at me like that or are you actually gonna kiss me? ”

“ i’m gonna marry you one day. ”

“ i used to think about what it’d be like if we got together. ”

“ yes, of course i love you, you idiot. ”

“ just stay this time. stay for me. ”

“ don’t you dare give up on us. ”

“ i always come running back to you. i can’t help it. ”

“ you deserve someone who always puts you first. ”

“ you were never my second choice. ”

 “ they don’t deserve you. and i’m not— i’m not tryna be that asshole that says i do. but sure as hell would never hurt you like that. ”

“ i’m never gonna let you go.  ”

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.

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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!”