The old west hay.
The Land is hard crule unforgiving, make a mistake and she’al take you for all your werth. The people of this land are mostly the same, its full of murders thevies all your undesirables. But there are many good people in there as well, if you search hard enough.
And you find your self in armadlio my firend a place that inbodys all that makes the old west what it is, the good, the bad and the ugly.
A Young wolf walked along the road that ran inbatwen the saloon and the rail tracks. Anthros were going about there days work, loungen, or getting well and truly pissed in the saloon. This wolf how ever had just woken up near enuf mid day. He woar the tipcal atter for this place dirty trouser that bore the signs of the west as well dirt up the shines and the odd patch or two. A equal old tatty shirt with a leather waste coat over that, cowboy boats and spers, with the hat to match, and of corse his revolver, it was nothing speshal he got it off a dead bandit that had tried to steal cattle back at the ranch, he kept it in good nick, it had a nice strong punch and was reliberal that that’s what matters, single action a good lead shooter. He also had a Repeater Carbine, the ranch had given it to him as a gift, wile had had worked at the ranch the let him use one of the Winchesters which were brillent, but it was might fine of them to give it to him as a gift.
He stopped looking over at the train station a group of males were huddled around a table were a coyote was sitting with a courger, with a knife in his paw.
Five finger fillet hay.
The wolf wondered over having a look at the table, a smile his his muzzle when he got a better look at the coyote, he new that kid. As he didn’t have the money to stay in the saloon he payed the guy who owned the livery were the town kept there horse, to sleep on some hay in the loft the coyote was staying there to and he was killer at this.
The Courger started he was fast the crowed memered there appreasion, then a hare spoke up.
“ten buck on the cat to win”.
“il take that bet”, the wolf said making the on lookers glance back at him, the hare sneered.
The coyote kept his straight face but his lips twitched ever so slightly.
He took the knife splayed his hand and peuased for effect, Then like a speeding mustang he matched the courgers moves.
“Shit boy were the hell did you learn how to do that”, one of the on lookers said.
Coyote laughed and the courger grunted handing him the money he he had bet, the wolf looked over at the hare he was matching the courgers look.
“You got lucky dog”, he said handing him the ten bucks.
“that I did stranger have a good day now”, he said winking to the coyote and walking off to the saloon.
He added that to the ten bucks he had, he wasn’t doing to bad he had grown up on the massive Macfarlane Ranch, it was so big that It was more like a town there must be a hundred or more hands running its lands and cattle. His mother had died of deise and his dad got shot by bandits. He didn’t rember them much so it didn’t bother him to bad the ranch had brought him up alright, but even as big as it was it wasn’t big enough for him so he had left, he took up hunting to pay his way so far, he was pretty dam good at tracking and stalking, and a dam good eye for shoot’n. It had kept him fed and in the company of some of the armidilo girls. He wasn’t going to do this for long, he wanted to become something he had grown up with the storys of the legends of the west like John Marston, bill the kid, Nightrods bandits all of them and he wanted to get his name in the mouths of the people as a lengend, for what he didn’t no yet but it would happen, and you had to start some were so why not here.
He entered and the saloon was suprising full for mid day but hay it was the west, a man at a piano was playing a good tune, four men sitting at a green table playing poka were looking tense looked like the stakes were high, a drunk man was stumbling his way to the door, which the wolf side stepped with a chuckle. He strode in confedntly, he had gotten to no the barman and the girls they like him, as he had already helped them get ride of a low life that got drunk and started to start a fight.
“Whisky”.
“sure thing Sam”, the barman said with a smile.
That was his name Sam Hall, his coat was made up of different shayds of light sandy browns, he blended in with the land well, he seemed to look like he fitted, he was 6ft 2, and well built, not bulging with muscle but he could look after him self in a fist fight. He throw the shot back and sat down by the stair’s on a sofa.
“Sam how you doing hun”, he looked up above his head and grinned his favret girl a fox, going by the name of Rose, most likely not her real name. She walked down to him not wearing very much.
“im doing fine Rose”, she along side him placing her paw on his thigh.
“you looking for a good time”.
“I will be to night suger”, he said putting a paw under her chin.
They got into there normal flirty small talk that they always did, the saloon diserpered around him as he spoke to her.
Ever jerny need to start and why not here were the girls were sweet and the land harsh and full of advencher, and hay ever hero or outlaw to be needed the warmth of a females flesh.
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Not many people could stand the full heat of midday, especially those with the thick furs of those more suited for life near Nekoti Rock up north. Nevertheless, Lilith saw too many of them for any sane mind to comprehend. She wondered lazily how they managed to live without constantly overheating. No, the desert around Armadillo was more suited for her kind, the reptiles. Yet here she was, one of the only non-mammalians that side of the river. Perhaps there were more to the west, but she doubted it. Nothing in that direction but the Rattlesnake Hollow and Odd Fellow's Rest - neither of which was anyone's preferred destination. So, rather alone, she had set up "camp" here, near this ragtag city. Actually, about a mile northeast. At the fort.
Lilith was known rather well around those parts as a ruthless criminal. Even the Sheriff of Armadillo kept his distance whenever she was around, not for fear but for a certain grim respect. She didn't often cause trouble in town, but once you were in the outskirts, you were fair game. So when she came riding into town on a black horse with a white face and accompanied by two very nasty-looking horned lizards on horses of their own, people gave her room. Even in this heat, she was clothed in a man's outfit: a buttoned up, buckskin shirt and blue jeans, dark leather chaps and a long coat to match. On her head was the crowning glory of any horseman - a black Stetson hat and a red bandanna around her neck. She looked like a bat out of hell, even without the black eyes common to her species.
As she reached the old saloon, she felt the eyes of the townsfolk on her. All of them knew that there would be no shootout that day as long as everyone kept their mouths shut, but there wasn't one among them that wouldn't have sprinted in the other direction had she even so much looked at them. Smirking to herself, she slid off of her black horse and hitched him at the post, petting the animal on his nose in thanks for a steady ride. Ferals, although not as intelligent as anthros, still had that spark that told her they had wants and feelings. She gave them respect for that fact.
She turned then, intent on getting into the shade of the saloon and a nice shot of spirits, but was halted very sternly in her tracks by a lawman by the name of Cooper. He frequented the area often and was brave enough to stand up to Lilith and her gang, but only to a certain point. In less than a half second, her two bodyguards were behind her, teeth most likely showing in the most hateful way possible. The raccoon lawman didn't flinch - only held out a paw.
"Weapons, please. You'll get 'em back when ya leave. I'd like to keep the peace a little while longer, ma'am."
For a moment, Lilith stared at him; then her gaze fell to his outstretched paw. They were standing in the doorway of the saloon, and Lilith wondered what would happen if she ignored him. Cooper wasn't stupid, nor was he green. A straight shot and quick to boot, he'd probably get a bullet into her before she could even draw. Then, of course, he'd die. But Lilith wasn't the kind of gal to just kill a man because he was there. So, after a while, she laughed mirthlessly and drew her pistol from its holster and handed it to him.
"There's no problem here, sir. Boys, give the good man your guns and we'll go have ourselves a little drink."
After swinging her rifle forward and handing that to the man as well, she strode quite simply into the saloon. It was quiet in there - the music had stopped and many of the patrons had quieted down, watching the commotion outside. The gecko noticed this about halfway inside and stopped, listening. Then, with a sharp grin, she threw up her hands in a mock surrender.
"Come now, gentlemen! As you can see we're unarmed, and I ain't here ta kill anyone. Someone start up the damn music again, its too gloomy in here."
In an instant the pianist drummed the keys again and after a while the conversation went back to normal, even if they were all watching her out of the corners of their eyes. Momentarily pleased, Lilith proceeded to the bar and sat down as her body guards muscled their way through the doorway. The bartender was there in seconds, nervously rubbing at a glass that was already spotless. "W-what'll ya have, m-ma'am?"
"W-w-whatever ya got, s-sir," the criminal teased maliciously. The man didn't seem to really notice the fact that he was being made fun of and quickly served up a shot of what looked like spiced rum. After downing the liquid, Lilith determined that yes, it was in fact rum, and ordered another shot. The bartender disappeared into the back room to get another bottle since the first had emptied long ago, and the gecko was content to listen in on the few conversations going on.
Rose, one of the saloon girls of the town, was romancing a boy that couldn't have been older than Lilith's little brother, if she even had a little brother. Her tail flicked back and forth as it hung behind the chair. What a young thing... most likely hadn't even made up his mind on what to do with the world; or maybe he thought he had, but hadn't thought it through enough and would be out there somewhere in a few years time, dead in a ditch. She snickered at the thought and downed the second shot that had been placed in front of her.
All in due time.
Lilith was known rather well around those parts as a ruthless criminal. Even the Sheriff of Armadillo kept his distance whenever she was around, not for fear but for a certain grim respect. She didn't often cause trouble in town, but once you were in the outskirts, you were fair game. So when she came riding into town on a black horse with a white face and accompanied by two very nasty-looking horned lizards on horses of their own, people gave her room. Even in this heat, she was clothed in a man's outfit: a buttoned up, buckskin shirt and blue jeans, dark leather chaps and a long coat to match. On her head was the crowning glory of any horseman - a black Stetson hat and a red bandanna around her neck. She looked like a bat out of hell, even without the black eyes common to her species.
As she reached the old saloon, she felt the eyes of the townsfolk on her. All of them knew that there would be no shootout that day as long as everyone kept their mouths shut, but there wasn't one among them that wouldn't have sprinted in the other direction had she even so much looked at them. Smirking to herself, she slid off of her black horse and hitched him at the post, petting the animal on his nose in thanks for a steady ride. Ferals, although not as intelligent as anthros, still had that spark that told her they had wants and feelings. She gave them respect for that fact.
She turned then, intent on getting into the shade of the saloon and a nice shot of spirits, but was halted very sternly in her tracks by a lawman by the name of Cooper. He frequented the area often and was brave enough to stand up to Lilith and her gang, but only to a certain point. In less than a half second, her two bodyguards were behind her, teeth most likely showing in the most hateful way possible. The raccoon lawman didn't flinch - only held out a paw.
"Weapons, please. You'll get 'em back when ya leave. I'd like to keep the peace a little while longer, ma'am."
For a moment, Lilith stared at him; then her gaze fell to his outstretched paw. They were standing in the doorway of the saloon, and Lilith wondered what would happen if she ignored him. Cooper wasn't stupid, nor was he green. A straight shot and quick to boot, he'd probably get a bullet into her before she could even draw. Then, of course, he'd die. But Lilith wasn't the kind of gal to just kill a man because he was there. So, after a while, she laughed mirthlessly and drew her pistol from its holster and handed it to him.
"There's no problem here, sir. Boys, give the good man your guns and we'll go have ourselves a little drink."
After swinging her rifle forward and handing that to the man as well, she strode quite simply into the saloon. It was quiet in there - the music had stopped and many of the patrons had quieted down, watching the commotion outside. The gecko noticed this about halfway inside and stopped, listening. Then, with a sharp grin, she threw up her hands in a mock surrender.
"Come now, gentlemen! As you can see we're unarmed, and I ain't here ta kill anyone. Someone start up the damn music again, its too gloomy in here."
In an instant the pianist drummed the keys again and after a while the conversation went back to normal, even if they were all watching her out of the corners of their eyes. Momentarily pleased, Lilith proceeded to the bar and sat down as her body guards muscled their way through the doorway. The bartender was there in seconds, nervously rubbing at a glass that was already spotless. "W-what'll ya have, m-ma'am?"
"W-w-whatever ya got, s-sir," the criminal teased maliciously. The man didn't seem to really notice the fact that he was being made fun of and quickly served up a shot of what looked like spiced rum. After downing the liquid, Lilith determined that yes, it was in fact rum, and ordered another shot. The bartender disappeared into the back room to get another bottle since the first had emptied long ago, and the gecko was content to listen in on the few conversations going on.
Rose, one of the saloon girls of the town, was romancing a boy that couldn't have been older than Lilith's little brother, if she even had a little brother. Her tail flicked back and forth as it hung behind the chair. What a young thing... most likely hadn't even made up his mind on what to do with the world; or maybe he thought he had, but hadn't thought it through enough and would be out there somewhere in a few years time, dead in a ditch. She snickered at the thought and downed the second shot that had been placed in front of her.
All in due time.
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It took a wile for sam and rose to notice that the bar had gone very quite and a tension had filled the air, they both looked around once they relised that they were making the most nose as the piano player had stopped. They had only been talking and laughing, just flirting.
A lizard was sitting at the bar asking the bartender for a shot, he knew that lizard that was one of the famus bandits. The scaly reptile told the bar to get back to normal and it did but the tension and the twitching of ears told the place that they were no longer relaxsed.
“ok honey il see you tonight then”, rose said getting up.
He knew why she was leaving this girls might be whores but they wernt stupid if something kicked off they would want to be right out the way of any gun fire.
“yes maam”, he said with a smile and toching the brim of his hate.
Once she had left he looked at the female lizard, he noticed they were now unarmed, must have been something to do with the sheriff, that could only be good he still had his gun at his wast.
He also noticed his ster was being matched, he wasn’t stupid he knew not to start a fight here and with her, but his youth made sure any fear was taken care of. He got up and walked carmly up to the bar along side next to her. As he approached he touched the peak of his hat again.
“Ma’am”, he said acknolging her presents, he didn’t say it in a chocky way he knew that would get him shot, just the fact he was talking to her maybe would be enuf.
“So what brings, if ya don’t mind me asken, a harden bandit to the good old town of armadillo”, he asked politly.
He rapped his knuckle on the bar, and suloted the bar tender for another shot of wisky, when he layed it infront of him with a shaking paw and a warning look in his eyes. Sam smiled and slammed the shot down his throat.
He was about to answer what ever response she gave him when a new comoshion was being kicked up out side cort his ear. Then a gun shot.
That had sounded as if it had come from the train stasion, anthros were already looking out the window and the doors.
He got up and went to have a look him self, his youthful corostity grabbing his attsion, he looked out of the doors and when he still couldn’t get a good look walked out on to the porch of the salon resting his paws on the raling.
When he saw a courger standing over a now dead canine his blood ran cold and his hackles stood on end.
The dead canine was the coyote his friend.
“You no good cheating peaice of horse shit”, the cat said spitting on the coyote.
“Teach you for ripen me off”.
That boy that was no spilling his crimson onto the dusty ground was no cheat he had had a skilled paw and that dammed cat didn’t like to lose.
The cat walked away with the hair laughing. Sam jumped the raling and went to check his friend, he knelt down next to him and looking into the blank stairing eyes, the whole in his chest there for all to see. He hadn’t none him all that long be he had been a good laugh, that joined with the young wolfs fire in his gut and the desire to prove to the world that he was the legend he wanted to be made him do what he did next.
“Hold fast you son of a bitch”, he called after the cat.
He stood facing him one hand hanging over his revolver.
The cat stopped and turned seeing the wolf standing there ready to drew he suddenly didn’t look so dam chocking the coyote had only had a knife were this wolf had a gun, but he relised who it was and how young he was and a sneer drew over his maw.
“You’re the flea bitten dog who was in on it, you stole from ma friend here”, he said pointing to the hair.
A lot of the town was watching now all holding there breath, even the desert seemed to be doing the same.
The shariff was watching from the other end of the street, he didn’t look like he was going to get involved. Let the fools fight it out rather then run in and maybe start a gun fight.
“Shut your mouth cat and get ready to draw”.
The cat snorted and spat his thumbs in his belt, he turned all the way to face him and he got ready paw over his own gun. That was it the draw was set one of them would be cold in a heart beat. Now the old game of nerve came into play.
Who would be the first to move for the gun, you didn’t want to be to draw to early that made you look like a coward, don’t want to both stand there to long as that made you look the same.
Sam could feel his heart in his chest, this was his first draw, he had shot and killed bantits and cattle russerlys before but this was different. He id wasn’t fear that gripped him no it was exsitment that corsed throw his vains.
The cats hands twitched, then time seemed to slow around sam, he saw the cat pupils dilate his paw start to reach for his revolver. He went down for his own, the cat had moved first, why did ever thing seem to move so slow he was going to slow. The cat had pulled his gun out and was bring it up, sam was doing the same.
He pulled it up his right holding the gun his left ready to fan the hammer to fire a cuple of shots. Bang bang bang bang.
The cat fell back one shot to the chest the next to the shoulder the next to the head and the last missed. The courger was dead before he hit the ground, sam spun his revolver on his finger then put it back in his holster. He was breathing hard his heart was pounding, that had been amazing what a rush, he had won and that fool had lost his life and dam right to he had killed his friend in cold dam blood, no one would walk away from that. He Sam Hall would be the next legend of the west, there was no dout in the young wolfs mind.
The hair turned and ran.
“Yeah you run cowered”, he called after him.
He walked to the now dead coruger and bent down and picked up his own revolver, and took back the Coyotes winnings the cat had taken when he had shot him. The revolver the cat had wasn’t any thing amazing just the normal run of the mill like his own, but it never hurt to have spears or maybe he could shot to he had heard stories of outlaws who were skilled in firing to at lead slingers at once, but then he rembered you needed the duble action revolver for that. He turned and walked over to the under taker and handed him some money from the coyotes winnings.
“look after ma friend sir”, he said with out a smile then started to walk to the livery were his own horse was and the rest of his stuff, he felt restless now and didn’t want to go back in the bar, even the outlaw lizard in there didn’t spark his intrests after that.
Thinking about it were was she and did she see him? He woundered.
A lizard was sitting at the bar asking the bartender for a shot, he knew that lizard that was one of the famus bandits. The scaly reptile told the bar to get back to normal and it did but the tension and the twitching of ears told the place that they were no longer relaxsed.
“ok honey il see you tonight then”, rose said getting up.
He knew why she was leaving this girls might be whores but they wernt stupid if something kicked off they would want to be right out the way of any gun fire.
“yes maam”, he said with a smile and toching the brim of his hate.
Once she had left he looked at the female lizard, he noticed they were now unarmed, must have been something to do with the sheriff, that could only be good he still had his gun at his wast.
He also noticed his ster was being matched, he wasn’t stupid he knew not to start a fight here and with her, but his youth made sure any fear was taken care of. He got up and walked carmly up to the bar along side next to her. As he approached he touched the peak of his hat again.
“Ma’am”, he said acknolging her presents, he didn’t say it in a chocky way he knew that would get him shot, just the fact he was talking to her maybe would be enuf.
“So what brings, if ya don’t mind me asken, a harden bandit to the good old town of armadillo”, he asked politly.
He rapped his knuckle on the bar, and suloted the bar tender for another shot of wisky, when he layed it infront of him with a shaking paw and a warning look in his eyes. Sam smiled and slammed the shot down his throat.
He was about to answer what ever response she gave him when a new comoshion was being kicked up out side cort his ear. Then a gun shot.
That had sounded as if it had come from the train stasion, anthros were already looking out the window and the doors.
He got up and went to have a look him self, his youthful corostity grabbing his attsion, he looked out of the doors and when he still couldn’t get a good look walked out on to the porch of the salon resting his paws on the raling.
When he saw a courger standing over a now dead canine his blood ran cold and his hackles stood on end.
The dead canine was the coyote his friend.
“You no good cheating peaice of horse shit”, the cat said spitting on the coyote.
“Teach you for ripen me off”.
That boy that was no spilling his crimson onto the dusty ground was no cheat he had had a skilled paw and that dammed cat didn’t like to lose.
The cat walked away with the hair laughing. Sam jumped the raling and went to check his friend, he knelt down next to him and looking into the blank stairing eyes, the whole in his chest there for all to see. He hadn’t none him all that long be he had been a good laugh, that joined with the young wolfs fire in his gut and the desire to prove to the world that he was the legend he wanted to be made him do what he did next.
“Hold fast you son of a bitch”, he called after the cat.
He stood facing him one hand hanging over his revolver.
The cat stopped and turned seeing the wolf standing there ready to drew he suddenly didn’t look so dam chocking the coyote had only had a knife were this wolf had a gun, but he relised who it was and how young he was and a sneer drew over his maw.
“You’re the flea bitten dog who was in on it, you stole from ma friend here”, he said pointing to the hair.
A lot of the town was watching now all holding there breath, even the desert seemed to be doing the same.
The shariff was watching from the other end of the street, he didn’t look like he was going to get involved. Let the fools fight it out rather then run in and maybe start a gun fight.
“Shut your mouth cat and get ready to draw”.
The cat snorted and spat his thumbs in his belt, he turned all the way to face him and he got ready paw over his own gun. That was it the draw was set one of them would be cold in a heart beat. Now the old game of nerve came into play.
Who would be the first to move for the gun, you didn’t want to be to draw to early that made you look like a coward, don’t want to both stand there to long as that made you look the same.
Sam could feel his heart in his chest, this was his first draw, he had shot and killed bantits and cattle russerlys before but this was different. He id wasn’t fear that gripped him no it was exsitment that corsed throw his vains.
The cats hands twitched, then time seemed to slow around sam, he saw the cat pupils dilate his paw start to reach for his revolver. He went down for his own, the cat had moved first, why did ever thing seem to move so slow he was going to slow. The cat had pulled his gun out and was bring it up, sam was doing the same.
He pulled it up his right holding the gun his left ready to fan the hammer to fire a cuple of shots. Bang bang bang bang.
The cat fell back one shot to the chest the next to the shoulder the next to the head and the last missed. The courger was dead before he hit the ground, sam spun his revolver on his finger then put it back in his holster. He was breathing hard his heart was pounding, that had been amazing what a rush, he had won and that fool had lost his life and dam right to he had killed his friend in cold dam blood, no one would walk away from that. He Sam Hall would be the next legend of the west, there was no dout in the young wolfs mind.
The hair turned and ran.
“Yeah you run cowered”, he called after him.
He walked to the now dead coruger and bent down and picked up his own revolver, and took back the Coyotes winnings the cat had taken when he had shot him. The revolver the cat had wasn’t any thing amazing just the normal run of the mill like his own, but it never hurt to have spears or maybe he could shot to he had heard stories of outlaws who were skilled in firing to at lead slingers at once, but then he rembered you needed the duble action revolver for that. He turned and walked over to the under taker and handed him some money from the coyotes winnings.
“look after ma friend sir”, he said with out a smile then started to walk to the livery were his own horse was and the rest of his stuff, he felt restless now and didn’t want to go back in the bar, even the outlaw lizard in there didn’t spark his intrests after that.
Thinking about it were was she and did she see him? He woundered.
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(Forgot to show you what type of gecko she is. Here ya go c: http://www.toothandscale.com/photos/col ... egatus.jpg)
Lilith had just finished a third round and was talking in hushed tones with one of her body guards - both of which had sidled up to her and were looming over the bartender like predators on prey - when the young hotshot joined her at the bar. She glanced his way momentarily, then lazily returned her attention to the line of liquor bottles on the back wall of the saloon. Quite the ambitious young man. Still, he seemed like he didn't quite know how to pick his fights, especially since he took the opportunity to stand next to her rather than a good fifteen feet away. The two horned lizard guards puffed up a little, seething at the unseemly courage the boy had, but Lilith raised a hand slightly and they kept their distance, still glaring at the boy with obvious suspicion.
When he greeted her, she returned the nod of the head and the slight tip of the hat, which caused a little stir at the poker table behind them. Still the nervous conversations throughout the saloon continued, even though Lilith felt every eye on her back and the boy's.
"What, you new here, boy? I come here near every other Sunday for a nice little visit with the townies. We don't get too much company up at Fort Mercer... Hey, barkeep, one more--"
Shots from outside grabbed everyone's attention, and in an instant all gazes flashed toward the doorway. Unsurprisingly, the boy was up and outside faster than anybody. Lilith was a little slower, but she followed in time. By the time she had pushed her way through the doorway where four or five anthros were hiding, trying to get a good look without sticking their necks out, the young wolf was cursing rather loudly at a cougar. It seemed to her that there had been a killing, a young coyote maybe a little younger than the wolf who had spoken to her earlier.
Apparently there had been a... misunderstanding, and the coyote had gotten himself killed. A pity, but this was the harsh West - you didn't screw with people that had an edge like the cougar: a neurotic, malicious edge. Lilith hated people like that, people who killed because they lost a couple bets. She was rather on the side that took from folks when they had something to take, and she couldn't remember the last time she'd killed someone that hadn't tried to put a bullet through her first. Of course she routinely capped some rowdy anthros and her boys took some gals for fun, but Lilith was mostly against killing, unless it was for mercy or self-defense.
Alone on the porch (her guards couldn't push past the crowd of people in the doorway), she leaned forward on the railing, watching as the duel developed. These were always interesting to watch - you could tell a lot about a man by the way he dueled.
The boy did not disappoint.
He drew quickly, cleanly. His only flaw was how many shots it took to down the cat. Four; one of them missed. Other than that, it was flawless. Impressive...
Kinda reminded Lilith of herself, but less... polished. Maybe she'd have to continue that talk...
Lost in thought for a moment, she almost didn't see the wolf turn to leave. She glanced backwards - her guards had disappeared, most likely given up trying to follow her. So she made up her mind and hopped the railing, quietly following the young man to the livery.
As soon as they were out of sight of the main road, she shoved her claws in the pockets of her coat and clicked her tongue in mock disappointment.
"Tsk tsk, boy. You shouldn't leave a lady hangin'. Ungentlemanly is what that is."
There was no smile on her face, but there was a sly twinkle in her black eyes. The boy was special, no doubt about that. Not many people could outshoot someone and walk away unscathed. Her mind wandered to the hidden Mauser in the holster that lay just below the base of her tail... Always good to have a spare.[/quote]
Lilith had just finished a third round and was talking in hushed tones with one of her body guards - both of which had sidled up to her and were looming over the bartender like predators on prey - when the young hotshot joined her at the bar. She glanced his way momentarily, then lazily returned her attention to the line of liquor bottles on the back wall of the saloon. Quite the ambitious young man. Still, he seemed like he didn't quite know how to pick his fights, especially since he took the opportunity to stand next to her rather than a good fifteen feet away. The two horned lizard guards puffed up a little, seething at the unseemly courage the boy had, but Lilith raised a hand slightly and they kept their distance, still glaring at the boy with obvious suspicion.
When he greeted her, she returned the nod of the head and the slight tip of the hat, which caused a little stir at the poker table behind them. Still the nervous conversations throughout the saloon continued, even though Lilith felt every eye on her back and the boy's.
This time she turned her head and fully looked at him, her dark eyes piercing. The noise in the saloon had quieted to a murmur as the other patrons listened to their conversation. Grinning her signature sharp-toothed grin, she turned her body sideways and leaned on the bar.“So what brings, if ya don’t mind me asken, a harden bandit to the good old town of armadillo”
"What, you new here, boy? I come here near every other Sunday for a nice little visit with the townies. We don't get too much company up at Fort Mercer... Hey, barkeep, one more--"
Shots from outside grabbed everyone's attention, and in an instant all gazes flashed toward the doorway. Unsurprisingly, the boy was up and outside faster than anybody. Lilith was a little slower, but she followed in time. By the time she had pushed her way through the doorway where four or five anthros were hiding, trying to get a good look without sticking their necks out, the young wolf was cursing rather loudly at a cougar. It seemed to her that there had been a killing, a young coyote maybe a little younger than the wolf who had spoken to her earlier.
Apparently there had been a... misunderstanding, and the coyote had gotten himself killed. A pity, but this was the harsh West - you didn't screw with people that had an edge like the cougar: a neurotic, malicious edge. Lilith hated people like that, people who killed because they lost a couple bets. She was rather on the side that took from folks when they had something to take, and she couldn't remember the last time she'd killed someone that hadn't tried to put a bullet through her first. Of course she routinely capped some rowdy anthros and her boys took some gals for fun, but Lilith was mostly against killing, unless it was for mercy or self-defense.
Alone on the porch (her guards couldn't push past the crowd of people in the doorway), she leaned forward on the railing, watching as the duel developed. These were always interesting to watch - you could tell a lot about a man by the way he dueled.
The boy did not disappoint.
He drew quickly, cleanly. His only flaw was how many shots it took to down the cat. Four; one of them missed. Other than that, it was flawless. Impressive...
Kinda reminded Lilith of herself, but less... polished. Maybe she'd have to continue that talk...
Lost in thought for a moment, she almost didn't see the wolf turn to leave. She glanced backwards - her guards had disappeared, most likely given up trying to follow her. So she made up her mind and hopped the railing, quietly following the young man to the livery.
As soon as they were out of sight of the main road, she shoved her claws in the pockets of her coat and clicked her tongue in mock disappointment.
"Tsk tsk, boy. You shouldn't leave a lady hangin'. Ungentlemanly is what that is."
There was no smile on her face, but there was a sly twinkle in her black eyes. The boy was special, no doubt about that. Not many people could outshoot someone and walk away unscathed. Her mind wandered to the hidden Mauser in the holster that lay just below the base of her tail... Always good to have a spare.[/quote]
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as he was stridding to the livery he had planned to hit the hanging rock to do some hunting, to carm his nerves a bit, he was full of fire. His horse was in there proberbly getting bord her self so it would be nice to get out there.
But a voice put that fire out in a heart beat, how could he have been so stupid he had just made a huge mistake, he had been talking to that bandit and walked away from her and not gone back.
he stopped dead in his tracks as the vocie called to him.
"Tsk tsk, boy. You shouldn't leave a lady hangin'. Ungentlemanly is what that is."
shit shit shit.
He turned to face her, making sure to keep his arms relaxsed didnt need to look jumpy that would be him with a whole in his chest. she wasnt smiling and those black eyes had somthing behind them, well he wasnt going to start something, her body guards wouldnt be fare behind, she was unarmed but she would be quick really quick.
so fall back to what he had always used and had been using back in the bar, charm.
"My apolagise miss", he put his thums into his belt.
"cercomstanse took my attsion away", he was messing this up he could feel it.
He had to relaxse and go back to what they were talking about before hand.
he went over to the fense and lent agest it and pulled out a cigret and flicked a match on the post and lit it.
"Going back to what you said before, i come from a ranch not fare of yonder", he ghestered in the direcion of the ranch. "but i guess you could call this my local town".
"The fort hay, so the stories of you guys pushing out the old gang are true hay, i heard you shot old billy joe, he was a nasty peace of work", he said feeling a little better now he was talking.
But a voice put that fire out in a heart beat, how could he have been so stupid he had just made a huge mistake, he had been talking to that bandit and walked away from her and not gone back.
he stopped dead in his tracks as the vocie called to him.
"Tsk tsk, boy. You shouldn't leave a lady hangin'. Ungentlemanly is what that is."
shit shit shit.
He turned to face her, making sure to keep his arms relaxsed didnt need to look jumpy that would be him with a whole in his chest. she wasnt smiling and those black eyes had somthing behind them, well he wasnt going to start something, her body guards wouldnt be fare behind, she was unarmed but she would be quick really quick.
so fall back to what he had always used and had been using back in the bar, charm.
"My apolagise miss", he put his thums into his belt.
"cercomstanse took my attsion away", he was messing this up he could feel it.
He had to relaxse and go back to what they were talking about before hand.
he went over to the fense and lent agest it and pulled out a cigret and flicked a match on the post and lit it.
"Going back to what you said before, i come from a ranch not fare of yonder", he ghestered in the direcion of the ranch. "but i guess you could call this my local town".
"The fort hay, so the stories of you guys pushing out the old gang are true hay, i heard you shot old billy joe, he was a nasty peace of work", he said feeling a little better now he was talking.
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A sharp smile crept across her face, but for the most part she remained rather emotionless. Her weight shifted from one foot to the other and her tail curled on the ground behind her. Quite the proper little boy, wasn't he? And nervous, too. As well he should be. She obviously didn't take serious offense to being abandoned in a bar, but this one was so... interesting. Not in a sexual way, of course - boys like that usually didn't have the endurance to satisfy more than a beginner whore. No, it was his demeanor, and his skill. Why wasn't he doing something with that gun of his?"My apolagise miss"
She watched as he leaned quite casually against the fence. His movements were too slow, deliberate. The fact that he was worried about getting shot - by a seemingly unarmed bar patron at that - was a bit disappointing... But that could be fixed.
"So you work for the McFarlanes.""Going back to what you said before, i come from a ranch not fare of yonder", he ghestered in the direcion of the ranch. "but i guess you could call this my local town".
She knew the family quite well. Actually stole an entire herd of horses from them once, almost got shot in the back. Since then she'd respected their space. Probably why she hadn't heard of this guy.
This actually drew from her a coarse laugh."The fort hay, so the stories of you guys pushing out the old gang are true hay, i heard you shot old billy joe, he was a nasty peace of work"
"Bill? Obviously ya haven't met the old man. Too bad ya won't. He was a cold-hearted, lily-livered coward that knew how to point and shoot and how to pick guys he could influence. No skill whatsoever. Begged for his life right before I blew his brains out."
The last sentence held a certain coldness that was uncharacteristic of her, at least considering the "friendly" chatter she had uttered earlier. She hated that man. Thought the world of himself and his ragtag gang. Of course Lilith and her boys didn't take kindly to cowards. So the slaughter of half the population of Fort Mercer had been rather quick. The survivors had run and supposedly regrouped elsewhere, probably in Mexico.
"So!"
She perked up almost immediately and began walking rather slowly and purposefully towards the young sharpshooter. As she moved toward him, she shoved her talons in her pockets and talked.
"Gunning down a cougar ain't such an easy feat. Too bad ya work for McFarlane or I'd offer you a permanent position. 'Less you're open for such a proposition...."
By this time she was right next to him, her arm on the fence where he was leaning. Her black eyes were glittering like they always did when she was going to get what she wanted one way or another.
"What do ya say, boy? You'd travel the country, sample all the finer points a'life: girls, money, drink, whatever you want. And all YOU have to do is lend me that skill of yours. You'd get your share of any of the pickings. And I bet it'd be more purposeful than some job as a ranch hand."
Straightforward was Lilith's tactic every time. Sometimes they gave in for the prospect of adventure, some for the money, some for the sheer thrill of killing something every day. Every so often, though, she got a refusal. She dearly hoped that this boy wouldn't have the same thoughts... because he was coming with her one way or another...
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As he spoke he was feeling a little more relaxsed, but still one eage this still was one of the ariers most dangeros outlaws, he kept his trigger paw clear all the time, and she did apper unarmed but she was a exsprenced gunman she would have a back up mostly likely he thought.
"So you work for the McFarlanes."
“I did, the ranch was to small for me, so I left to see were the wind will take me”, he said with a shrug. “cant say I gotten all that far”.
"Bill? Obviously ya haven't met the old man. Too bad ya won't. He was a cold-hearted, lily-livered coward that knew how to point and shoot and how to pick guys he could influence. No skill whatsoever. Begged for his life right before I blew his brains out."
Cort the cold eage of her voice, and it sent a chill up his spin, and his had twitched not for his gun, it just moved as if it still had it in mind. He woundered what had happened that day how the odds had stacked up, in her favour or his, the later would be quite impressive, but thow his young criosty was nagging at him abit he held back asking her the more of the tail.
"So!"
As she walked towords him he straightened up, his smoke was now finished so he flicked it aside, he wanted to be in a better posishion if things got nasty which he really didn’t want to happen, his blood was still burning hot. He now stood leaning agest the fense with his thums in the pockets of his trousers, his grain didn’t change he was still smiling at her.
"Gunning down a cougar ain't such an easy feat. Too bad ya work for McFarlane or I'd offer you a permanent position. 'Less you're open for such a proposition...."
"What do ya say, boy? You'd travel the country, sample all the finer points a'life: girls, money, drink, whatever you want. And all YOU have to do is lend me that skill of yours. You'd get your share of any of the pickings. And I bet it'd be more purposeful than some job as a ranch hand."
When she menchod his skill with his revolver he was quite surprised, he didn’t expect some one to complement him on it, and defiantly not her, it made him feel good, the thought of the courger him self was fading, now his mind lit up with the prospects of the advenchers it could lead to. The start of becoming a legend of the west like all the stories he had been told as a pup. Was the outlaw way of life the one he wanted, a outlaw to him wasn’t a vilen it was some one that knew right and wrong but decided to go his own path and follow his own road, and would take on any who would stand in there path, weather it was the law or any one.
She lent next to him and he watched her and the saw the glint in her dark eyes, was it a look of you have no choice or one of some one trying to share the vision. He looked off into the desert the srounded the town.
“well dam miss, that sounds like a fine advencher”, he said still working it over, but he couldn’t lose the image of him self as a outlaw. Exsprensed fast, witty eyes sharp and and as quick as his draw. The long duster coat blowing in the hot wind.
He stood up and started to work to the livery were his horse and stuff was and to make sure he wasn’t coming off as rude, he turned back to her as he walked back words. His mind at that moment was made up but he wanted to hear what her gang was doing next.
“Were would this wind be taken you next, and were would I find my self in it all?”, he asked wanting to no what they were out to get, were they were heading.
(not sure this is my best but its ok i think sorry i was at work when i wrote it so i was getting destracted )
"So you work for the McFarlanes."
“I did, the ranch was to small for me, so I left to see were the wind will take me”, he said with a shrug. “cant say I gotten all that far”.
"Bill? Obviously ya haven't met the old man. Too bad ya won't. He was a cold-hearted, lily-livered coward that knew how to point and shoot and how to pick guys he could influence. No skill whatsoever. Begged for his life right before I blew his brains out."
Cort the cold eage of her voice, and it sent a chill up his spin, and his had twitched not for his gun, it just moved as if it still had it in mind. He woundered what had happened that day how the odds had stacked up, in her favour or his, the later would be quite impressive, but thow his young criosty was nagging at him abit he held back asking her the more of the tail.
"So!"
As she walked towords him he straightened up, his smoke was now finished so he flicked it aside, he wanted to be in a better posishion if things got nasty which he really didn’t want to happen, his blood was still burning hot. He now stood leaning agest the fense with his thums in the pockets of his trousers, his grain didn’t change he was still smiling at her.
"Gunning down a cougar ain't such an easy feat. Too bad ya work for McFarlane or I'd offer you a permanent position. 'Less you're open for such a proposition...."
"What do ya say, boy? You'd travel the country, sample all the finer points a'life: girls, money, drink, whatever you want. And all YOU have to do is lend me that skill of yours. You'd get your share of any of the pickings. And I bet it'd be more purposeful than some job as a ranch hand."
When she menchod his skill with his revolver he was quite surprised, he didn’t expect some one to complement him on it, and defiantly not her, it made him feel good, the thought of the courger him self was fading, now his mind lit up with the prospects of the advenchers it could lead to. The start of becoming a legend of the west like all the stories he had been told as a pup. Was the outlaw way of life the one he wanted, a outlaw to him wasn’t a vilen it was some one that knew right and wrong but decided to go his own path and follow his own road, and would take on any who would stand in there path, weather it was the law or any one.
She lent next to him and he watched her and the saw the glint in her dark eyes, was it a look of you have no choice or one of some one trying to share the vision. He looked off into the desert the srounded the town.
“well dam miss, that sounds like a fine advencher”, he said still working it over, but he couldn’t lose the image of him self as a outlaw. Exsprensed fast, witty eyes sharp and and as quick as his draw. The long duster coat blowing in the hot wind.
He stood up and started to work to the livery were his horse and stuff was and to make sure he wasn’t coming off as rude, he turned back to her as he walked back words. His mind at that moment was made up but he wanted to hear what her gang was doing next.
“Were would this wind be taken you next, and were would I find my self in it all?”, he asked wanting to no what they were out to get, were they were heading.
(not sure this is my best but its ok i think
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Lilith watched the boy's expression change, albeit only slightly. Still, he showed a genuine interest, which pleased her. Not many could resist the call of the wilderness, and the young wolf was no exception. Her grin widened as he seemed to think it over. He said it sounded like an adventure, and she simply chuckled slightly, amused by the lad's interest in the adventure rather than the reward. Suddenly, though, he started to walk away from her. Her smile instantly disappeared, and she stood up straight. Just the fact that he was making sure he was still facing her as he walked away put her on her toes.
He did, however, ask her the question she wanted to hear.
"I don't reckon I'm at liberty to tell you the specifics, boy."
The lizard heard hastened footsteps behind her, and she glanced around and saw her two bodyguards muscling their way down the alleyway to the livery. She sort of waved them away, and they obediently stopped - or rather slowed their approach. Honestly, they could be so protective sometimes. Lilith turned her eyes back to the boy, and continued.
"But if I had to say... We're headin' west a ways, then down south to Mexico to meet a few friends a' mine. After that, who knows? I hear they're makin' 'progress' across the river, callin' the place Blackwater or somethin'."
Actually, SHE was heading out. She hadn't intended to take anyone with her (especially not the two boneheads behind her), but somehow this one seemed like someone she could trust to have her back. Either that or someone who'd get all self-righteous on her and turn into a living target. In any case, she wouldn't mind having him around.
"I wouldn't mind takin' ya around, but of course I also wouldn't mind leavin' you dead in a ditch. Your choice."
She was only half kidding about that last, and it showed. She didn't take kindly to being refused anything. Of course she didn't WANT to kill the boy, but since she knew where she was going, she couldn't risk any marshals getting the wrong idea.
He did, however, ask her the question she wanted to hear.
All at once her smile was back, though she kept an eye on his movements and began to follow him casually, claws in her pockets.“Were would this wind be taken you next, and were would I find my self in it all?”
"I don't reckon I'm at liberty to tell you the specifics, boy."
The lizard heard hastened footsteps behind her, and she glanced around and saw her two bodyguards muscling their way down the alleyway to the livery. She sort of waved them away, and they obediently stopped - or rather slowed their approach. Honestly, they could be so protective sometimes. Lilith turned her eyes back to the boy, and continued.
"But if I had to say... We're headin' west a ways, then down south to Mexico to meet a few friends a' mine. After that, who knows? I hear they're makin' 'progress' across the river, callin' the place Blackwater or somethin'."
Actually, SHE was heading out. She hadn't intended to take anyone with her (especially not the two boneheads behind her), but somehow this one seemed like someone she could trust to have her back. Either that or someone who'd get all self-righteous on her and turn into a living target. In any case, she wouldn't mind having him around.
"I wouldn't mind takin' ya around, but of course I also wouldn't mind leavin' you dead in a ditch. Your choice."
She was only half kidding about that last, and it showed. She didn't take kindly to being refused anything. Of course she didn't WANT to kill the boy, but since she knew where she was going, she couldn't risk any marshals getting the wrong idea.
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"I don't reckon I'm at liberty to tell you the specifics, boy."
He cocked his head slightly at that answer, he couldn’t imagon what could be so important that he couldn’t no but that added some myisty to it which existed him. He stopped walking when he saw her fellow lizards running up behind her, he was about to reach for his revolver but she waved them away and he relaxsed again.
"But if I had to say... We're headin' west a ways, then down south to Mexico to meet a few friends a' mine. After that, who knows? I hear they're makin' 'progress' across the river, callin' the place Blackwater or somethin'."
Mexico he had heard that was a dangerous place and he had never been that far, he had already made up his mind by now, this was all to good to pass up, this was his chance to start his own jerony, he would become the legend, ever one would no his name.
“well dam miss”.
"I wouldn't mind takin' ya around, but of course I also wouldn't mind leavin' you dead in a ditch. Your choice."
He stopped talking when she said that and stopped walking to, he looked into her eyes to see if she was joking or not, he couldn’t tell, but he took it as a joke with a warning.
“well with that said miss I don’t think I have a say in the matter”, he said with his own checky smile. He walked into the livery and over to his horse, she was a unforgiving mare, and when he had first tried to ride her she had thrown him into the dirt some many times he had lost count. The reason he had wanted to ride her when he had been a younger, was she was a wild mustang they had cort. She was chestnut in colour strong and powerful, with a white strip going down her face. He liked his horse very much but he wanted to get another at some point, this one wasn’t the one he could be happy with she wasn’t fast enuf thow she had stamina and power, but just not enuf for him.
She looked up at him when he walked in and pawed the ground with a snort, she was bored he figgered. He patted her on the neck and jumped into her stable.
“well this is ma moody mare, she’s a right bitch but dependable”, he said as he collected all of his things that didn’t amount to much, his cooken things, his bedding for when he was out on the range, a beat up old harmonica and his newly accouered revolver, and a cuple of personal things. he put his saddle on her back strapped it all into place, will she pawed the ground again, packed all of his things on to it, and grabbed his repter carbine and holster and strapped it to his back. After he had finished he lent on the door of the stabble looking at the she lizard, he flicked the peak of his hate out of his eyes.
“well miss when do we ride out, and do I keep calling ya miss, miss?”, he said with his smile.
(sorry its a little weak)
He cocked his head slightly at that answer, he couldn’t imagon what could be so important that he couldn’t no but that added some myisty to it which existed him. He stopped walking when he saw her fellow lizards running up behind her, he was about to reach for his revolver but she waved them away and he relaxsed again.
"But if I had to say... We're headin' west a ways, then down south to Mexico to meet a few friends a' mine. After that, who knows? I hear they're makin' 'progress' across the river, callin' the place Blackwater or somethin'."
Mexico he had heard that was a dangerous place and he had never been that far, he had already made up his mind by now, this was all to good to pass up, this was his chance to start his own jerony, he would become the legend, ever one would no his name.
“well dam miss”.
"I wouldn't mind takin' ya around, but of course I also wouldn't mind leavin' you dead in a ditch. Your choice."
He stopped talking when she said that and stopped walking to, he looked into her eyes to see if she was joking or not, he couldn’t tell, but he took it as a joke with a warning.
“well with that said miss I don’t think I have a say in the matter”, he said with his own checky smile. He walked into the livery and over to his horse, she was a unforgiving mare, and when he had first tried to ride her she had thrown him into the dirt some many times he had lost count. The reason he had wanted to ride her when he had been a younger, was she was a wild mustang they had cort. She was chestnut in colour strong and powerful, with a white strip going down her face. He liked his horse very much but he wanted to get another at some point, this one wasn’t the one he could be happy with she wasn’t fast enuf thow she had stamina and power, but just not enuf for him.
She looked up at him when he walked in and pawed the ground with a snort, she was bored he figgered. He patted her on the neck and jumped into her stable.
“well this is ma moody mare, she’s a right bitch but dependable”, he said as he collected all of his things that didn’t amount to much, his cooken things, his bedding for when he was out on the range, a beat up old harmonica and his newly accouered revolver, and a cuple of personal things. he put his saddle on her back strapped it all into place, will she pawed the ground again, packed all of his things on to it, and grabbed his repter carbine and holster and strapped it to his back. After he had finished he lent on the door of the stabble looking at the she lizard, he flicked the peak of his hate out of his eyes.
“well miss when do we ride out, and do I keep calling ya miss, miss?”, he said with his smile.
(sorry its a little weak)
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