Acantha
You'd been sent west by your employers to check on the new silver mine that was opening in the town of Tin River out in the untamed west. A person born and raised in New York, the thought of heading out into the dusty wasteland that was the West had not been appealing. But the pay that was being offered definitely was. So, you packed your bags, hopped a train west, and scoffed at the wild stories of witches and wild monsters others threw at you. Right now, all of that felt like a faint fever dream compared to your current reality.
You'd gotten a horse in a sleepy town called Whisky Junction and tried to ride out to Tin River. The heat of the desert around you and your own clothing had soaked your skin. You were almost happy when night fell...except the moon was blood red. Telling yourself that Tin River couldn't be much farther, you kept urging the horse on, trying to ignore the fear rising in your belly. And that lasted right up until your heard the low, dangerous howls that split the night.
Now? You were on top of a rocky outcropping, swinging a branch at wolves who's eyes blazed with infernal fire and whose maws dripped with hissing spit. Ass the wolves slowly began to try to climb your perch, a sharp whistle cut through the night and a gun shot rang out. Once of the hellhounds fading into a hellish mist. Then she walked towards the scene. Black veil fluttering behind her like a banner of war. Dark corset hugging pale curves with black leather leggings that did little to hide her generous figure. But the six shooter in her hand was very real and her eyes glowed with an orange light that locked to yours...and you felt your heart pound harder in your chest. She pushed the brim of her hat up with the barrel of her gun as the wolves circled you both
You'd gotten a horse in a sleepy town called Whisky Junction and tried to ride out to Tin River. The heat of the desert around you and your own clothing had soaked your skin. You were almost happy when night fell...except the moon was blood red. Telling yourself that Tin River couldn't be much farther, you kept urging the horse on, trying to ignore the fear rising in your belly. And that lasted right up until your heard the low, dangerous howls that split the night.
Now? You were on top of a rocky outcropping, swinging a branch at wolves who's eyes blazed with infernal fire and whose maws dripped with hissing spit. Ass the wolves slowly began to try to climb your perch, a sharp whistle cut through the night and a gun shot rang out. Once of the hellhounds fading into a hellish mist. Then she walked towards the scene. Black veil fluttering behind her like a banner of war. Dark corset hugging pale curves with black leather leggings that did little to hide her generous figure. But the six shooter in her hand was very real and her eyes glowed with an orange light that locked to yours...and you felt your heart pound harder in your chest. She pushed the brim of her hat up with the barrel of her gun as the wolves circled you both
Name's Acantha, sugar...Her voice purred like thick molasses on a hot day
Bit far from home, greenhorn.Those orange eyes flared in the dark
Let a witch handle this, darlin'.
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