Posts by Dearis

Name:

Dasan | Chief

Gender:

Stallion

Age:

6 years old

Rank:

Herd Stallion

Wanted Rank:

Herd Stallion

Personality:

Despite Dasan’s rough appearance and larger size, he is a quiet Stallion. He rarely starts fights, but has a tendency to have a passive-aggressive take on issues that generally end up with him in trouble.

He is very patient, but also rather oblivious. He isn’t very well equipped to deal with emotions, and as such keeps to himself.

However, he shows good qualities of a care-taker, but is in few ways a leader. Regardless of the irony of his name, he is comfortable staying as a follower rather than have to fight consistently.

Crush/Mate/Foals:

None. To be developed

Rp Example:

Dasan’s haunches quivered in a weak attempt to ward off the flies that hung around him like a fog, the Stallion finding this weather nearly unbearable. He could see the other horses within a few feet of himself- but he was keeping his distance so as not to raise any amount of anger in his superiors.

Shifting his weight, the male stepped off to the side to graze on a different patch of earth. It didn’t last long as his head rose faster than his eyes could adjust to the speed- movement.

His panic spread to the others, and he was joined shortly by a few of the others stallions, breaths coming out in rough snorts as he assessed the situation.

Other:

Done diddly doNE

Dasan : Herd Stallion : 6 yrs

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Dasan stood relatively by himself, at the edge of the herd but not overly far from the nearest horse. He was keeping his distance purposefully, for approaching a mare during this season was risky, even if every muscle in his body twitched in silent anticipation.

His posture did not remain still, and his snowy silhouette began a gentle trek more towards the others, where he could converse if he were approached. He was a softer stallion who chose more to have others come to him, rather than chase after them needlessly- yet another prime reason as to why the stallion was not the lead of this herd. He knew he was unfit for the position himself.

He allowed a snort to speak his presence, not that he was easily missed among this bright white background. Yet he didn't appear to have complete interest in socializing, almost as if he were just ensuring the others knew of his presence- hoping that it would give them some sort of solace, and peace of mind.

Dasan : Herd Stallion : 6yrs

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The Stallion almost seemed pleased in his ability to catch the attention of Chenoa. She was simple, and part of him admired that she wasn’t trying to grab any attention- it was nice to see not all mares thought about was the season. Maybe he also just enjoyed feeling as if he were an equal, rather than being treated like a Stallion every now and then.

“Good morning. Enjoy your rest? I do apologize if I startled you,” His voice was deep with age, but it had a crackle to it that reminded some of a captured flame, gently burning atop wood. He may he relatively young, but he sounded wise. Granted this didn’t mean by any means that he was, but to play the part you had to look and sound it, didn’t you?

He did notice another mare off to the side- like Chenoa he could smell her strong scent, and as much as it roused the inner turmoil, he seemed hesitant to even cast a glance her way with another Stallion so close. He was not in the mood to battle this early in the morning.

Shifting and raising one leg a small bit, he pawed at the snow-covered ground, hoping to find something edible but only found a stone where he was standing, and he gently snorted, moving closer to Chenoa as he continued this search.

“It’s rather cold, isn’t it?”

Name:

Kachina | Dancing Spirit

Gender:

Mare

Age:

5^1/2 years old

Rank:

Herd Mare

Wanted Rank:

Undetermined

Personality:

Kachina is a well-rounded mare, she is shy at first, but once she feels comfortable, she loves to interact. She has always had a tendency to be rather emotionally driven, but is also incredibly self-less. She takes others into account before herself, even if she doesn’t particularly like them. It’s proven to be hard to hate the mare, she seems to have a motherly, loving atmosphere to her that makes others feel relaxed around her.

However, she is indeed a mare, and has an inner fire that once ignited, explodes. She may be extremely patient but when she gets upset, she gets furious.

Still, she seems to show problem solving capabilities, and when dealing with issues does her best to ensure both parties gain from it. In other words, she is a good friend, and very loyal.

Crush/Mate/Foals:

None. To be developed

Rp Example:

Kachina gently pranced through the mounds of snow blocking her path, the spray of white coating her back, fading out some of the grey colouration she had stretched across her entire body. She had allowed herself to get too far from the herd, and she wasn’t overly keen on that fact.

Once she deemed herself close enough, she came to a halt almost abruptly, and shook off the majority of powder that still remained on her. She could feel the chill of the season capturing her muscles and bones, but she settled gently and pawed until she found some greenery, quietly munching away as she listened to the sounds of the others around here.

Here she felt calm, and for that she was thankful. She belonged in a herd, and was grateful she was born into one, rather than forced to wander to find her place.

Other:

I hope it’s okay if I make another horse :’)

Kachina : Herd Mare : 5^1/2 yrs : in season

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Kachina looked out across the snow fields at the other horses- as well as brush she could see in the distance. It made her feel a little anxious, knowing a forest could be so close, but out in the open, she was aware they had far better of a chance at escape. That was her mindset, always worried about the others and their safety more than her own.

The grey mare let out a gentle whinny, a soft cascading sound that made her neck quiver from effort. But this wasn’t to draw attention, merely a friendly sound to those around her.

Stepping down from a few rocks jutting from the earth, she trotted back near the centre of the herd, where the many eyes and ears added the feeling of safety to the mare’s troubled mind. She cast longward glances at the other mares, but of course stared a little bit at the stallions, especially their lead Stallion. It was to no surprise that every Mare fancied Wahya, he was strong, even if he was older. To most, he looked like he was in his prime.

However, she didn’t seem interested in trying to capture his attention, she didn’t want to have an arms race for which Mare would become lead- in her mind the placement would be filled by someone Wahya cared for, and who was capable of taking care of the herd. She didn’t mind who that would be- she’d trust the stallion’s decision.

Dasan : Herd Stallion : 6yrs
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Dasan let out a sound similar to a chuckle, but it was rough, rumbling deep in his throat. He did find it amusing- but he had to agree. The snow was bountiful, and that made grass much harder to find... He wished they'd picked somewhere warmer- but he had to trust Wahya's decision to place the herd here in the snowy valley.

"Yes... It would be nicer if there was less, but at least Spring isn't too far around the corner- It will get colder however.. At least, thats what my gut says. Then again... its also growling from hunger," The stallion joked, giving his head a gentle shake to toss off the powder that was falling into his mane and forelock. He could feel the chill seeping into his body, and it was making his muscles and bones ache... He'd have to get moving soon if he wanted to keep from freezing to death.

He did however pause his digging when he found some grass- He was thankful for the mare's help, but instead of eating himself, he took a few steps back, and gently lowered his head- a respectful action. He seemed to notice she seemed rather hungry as well- and he could wait. She was far more important to the herd than he was, too.

"Here Chenoa, the grass is quite green... You must be hungry. Please, go ahead."

The stallion soon rose his head again, just keeping a wary eye out for predators- luckily he couldn't see anything yet but most predators wouldn't take on full grown horses- only wolves... But once foals were born- that would change drastically.. and sleeping at night would become nearly non-existent.. Suppose they had to enjoy it while they could.

Kachina : Herd Mare : 5^1/2 yrs : in season

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Kachina gently paced around, head low to the ground. She wasn't entirely near any of the others except Chenoa and Dasan. It seemed however that the mare was about to roll. Though she may hate the cold, and how dreary it always was, she loved snow. Dropping to the ground, she sprayed snow into the ground as she made it onto her back, but couldn't make it all the way over. Soon she did make it over, and landed with a gentle grunt- satisfied with herself for that small achievement at least.

As she rose back up, she gave a rough shake that set loose the snow that wasn't able to cling to her coat. All that remained was a gentle sheen- the sun sparkling softly along her back. She lifted her head high, ears pricked forward as she watched to the left, before she turned on her heels and began walking among the herd, gently shifting her jaws as if the roll had helped her awaken. She did look around at the others, and did notice that they were missing one of the stallions... Curiously she began to wonder where he had run off to, but it wasn't her business.. He was a young stallion, and well they tended to wander.

Barrow Peak

Plot

Life has never been simple, and living in the time of Gunslingers, Sheriffs and the battle between the Indigenous doesn't make life any simpler. You are a Gunslinger yourself, you're not bad, but you're no hero either. You do what you're paid to do, no matter the circumstances. You are a man on the run from the law, and you've claimed many innocent lives, but it's all for the betterment of your life, and ensuring you will have a future.

You soon receive another task, but find yourself amidst a greater scheme that perhaps even you cannot handle. During your venture, you become lost- disorientated in the desert plains, and pass out from exhaustion. You awaken in a shack, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, and you are confronted by a woman- you aren't sure of her intentions. She insists that you aid her, and perhaps a part of you feels you owe it. Little do you realize, but she is your target, and as you begin to spend more time with her, will you decide to protect her when the time comes, or will you pull the trigger?

The story begins shortly after you awaken in her home- you are alone, but you hear that someone is around. The reaction is up to you, but all actions have a consequence. What will be yours?

Climate

The climate is subtropical and semi-arid. Meaning that in most sections of the landscape of this story are hot and humid in the summer, and the winters are mild, similar to the weather in Western Europe. Closer to the plains, the climate becomes semi-arid, meaning there is little to no rainfall when compared to the amount of the sunlight- and these are often considered deserts. The nights however tend to get cold, and as such you must prepare yourself. The landscape is rough, and the climate tends to fluctuate because of it, but it is often more humid within the small towns that mark the area. They are few and far apart, so gathering water and supplies is often a must.

Rules

1. Follow all FF Rules

2. You may swear, but try not to have every second word a swear word

3. No unnecessary violence ( ie. killing random civilians, etc )

4. This is the ' Wild West ', there are no phones, tvs, etc.. Only horses, and letters, and cameras.

5. Your character is NOT perfect, so do not make them perfect.

6. Acting is reacting, your character must have emotions

7. This is semi-adv. Meaning no less than one paragraph ( 5 sentences ) per post

8. You MUST be active. Post once a day, or inform me of your absence ahead ASAP

9. If you do not respond within 48 hours ( without informing me ) you will be removed from the thread

10. Please try your best to have proper grammar, punctuation and spelling.

When you post, please include a picture as well as age and name.

The RP will begin with your post.

Time of Day

Approximately Noon

Current Season / Temperature

Summer - 27C (80.6F)

Absolutely :) please do !

Feel free to post to start us off

Marigold - 23^1/2 years

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"There's water on the nightstand,"

It was a female voice that responded to his- even if she didn't directly answer to his hello, it was still a response. It took a few moments before there was the gentle plod of boots on the damaged wood flooring, and a creak emitted from floorboards at door frame as she stepped into view. In her arms she carried a bucket- it seemed to have water in it. She also carried cloth, more bandages for his arm, and what looked to be bread. Walking into the room, she placed the bucket down, and dropped the cloth in it, and then laid down the bandages. Gingerly she offered him the bread, hoping he would take it.

"You must be exhausted, poor thing."

Despite the sympathy she seemed to be trying to give, she appeared distracted, and didn't overly focus on playing the part when it came to expressing it. She instead applied her efforts on softly taking hold of his arm, and began to undo the bandages. Clearly, he'd been giving a struggle for it to bleed, and she seemed displeased especially after she had spent so long to stop the bleeding.

She looked similarly to an average woman, a white blouse with corset bottom, and marked pants that were dust-ridden and stained, yet the air about her was questionable- not untrustworthy but perhaps secretive. She wasn't wearing a jacket however, the leather now resting on the ground in a heap- she had laid it on top of him just to offer a bit of warmth.

"I'm Marigold by the way, or I guess you can just call me Mari. Who are you?"

She paused in her cleaning of his wound with the soaked cloth pressed against the wound, staring up at the man curiously. His face looked familiar- but she'd seen many people who tended to look the same... All she needed out of this was his help- and judging from the fact he was out in the desert half dead, she could assume he was the right type of person for the kind of help she was needing.

Marigold seemed to stifle a laugh, her lips pressingly firmly into a thinned line as she held it deep in her throat, taking a small breath as she dipped the cloth back in the water, and wiped the fresh blood from his arm before getting to work on re-bandaging the wound. It was rather amusing to her- the way his entire body clenched, but pain was pain... She could understand that.

"Lucky is right,"

She replied casually, as if she were simply just conversing with the man. However she was analyzing a lot, trying to work out what she had to do. She looked back up at him as she pulled the bandages a little tighter around his arm, and then looked back down, her blue eyes staring intently at her work. She was honestly surprised that he drank the water, but of course she was not out to poison him. If she had wanted him dead, she would have left him back in the open.
She seemed to pause however hearing his name- it sparked the memory in her head and she seemed almost cautious as she pulled her hands softly away, fingertips brushing down his arm as she moved away from him. How interesting... She had the Clyde Riley in her home- she wasn't sure she
could name a place where he wasn't wanted.

"My, my... I wasn't aware I had such a renown gunslinger in my midst. Should I be afraid?"

She stared at him through her eyelashes, almost as if tempting him to give a response, but she turned away. She gently tapped her lips in thought before turning her head back to him, and carefully watched his facial expressions.

"Actually... I could use a man of your talents. How's about it? I ain't got a lot but I can promise money."

A smile snaked it’s way into her soft features, turning up the corners of her lips and making two small dimples appear. She seemed to be rather pleased in his response about not being nearly half of what they say.

“Well, I do have my doubts that you are as good as they say since I found you nearly dead… but I’m confident,”

With a turn on her heeled boots, she lifted up her jacket, holding out a knife to him. She was offering it back- since it was his. She hadn’t exactly wanted him to get up and go crazy… granted there was a shotgun leaned against the nightstand as well- assumedly it was her own. Still, she was hoping he would take this as a kind gesture that she wasn’t out to get him. And her eyes were earnest as she spoke of needing his help.

“I suppose it’s what you do- except not. Protect the innocence from the non.”

She had meant it more as a joke- but despite the manner she went about it, she was deadly serious. She could use the man’s help and was certain she could get it. She just had to either offer the right amount… or prove that he could earn so much more from helping her.

“I can offer whatever you need. Food, places to rest… a horse- guns,”

She was trying to tempt him- but it was true. She had these things… she could not say who she really was, or what she really did, but he didn’t need to know she wasn’t being truthful- she was sure he would lie to her too… though it was oddly surprising he had said his real name- perhaps because she was a woman. Nevertheless she didn’t have a whole lot of time.

“I need your answer, gunslinger,”

She held out her hand, watching him intently as she waited for a response. If she could get him to help her… maybe she would be able to turn the tide- and that’s all she needed. Just a little bit of an extra… push.

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I’m on mobile so excuse horrid formatting for a while ;;

Marigold let herself relax, her shoulders visibly lowering as she watched the man nod his head. She was glad he agreed… she didn’t want to do something- but if he had left… she would have had to. She didn’t want to get involved in that way. In fact that’s why she was out here in the first place.

“That may be so, but ain’t no harm if the man you view seems like a good one,”

She moved over to the side, picking up her shotgun. She didn’t aim it towards him, but kept it aimed down and placed it at her side where it then was strapped to her leg. She walked over to the bucket, hauling it up and sighing softly as she walked out of the room. In the central place of the shack it looked similarly to the bedroom- it was worn, and not at all pretty… but it kept her warm, safe from the elements and that’s all that mattered. She stepped out onto a shaggy looking carpet- some of it looked burned. She glassed back at the man expecting him to follow.

“I’m heading to Burkshire. Heard of it?”

It was quite a distant from where they were now- two days journey horseback… but it wasn’t a good area. It was filled with a lot of bad people- but unfortunately for her it was the only way, and there would be many more to go before they got to Barrow peak.

After placing the items down, she walked over to the carpet once again, watching him as he moved about. She had looked away momentarily when he lifted his bag, but when she looked back, she wasn’t expecting to see the man shirtless, and she was evidentially caught off guard- her face flushing with colour as she gently coughed and some-what looked away. It was hard not to appreciate something like that- especially when it was so visible.

“Ahem, yes…”

She spoke sheepishly, awkwardly fumbling for a key. Soon enough, she pulled it out and walked over to the carpet, grabbing one of the charred ends and lifting it. Underneath there was a hatch- inside was a bunker type room… that’s where she kept some of her guns. She didn’t have a whole lot to choose from- but you didn’t need a whole lot. Guns were guns- they still did damage to another person despite what they would be.

“What do you prefer? I have pistols mainly, another shotgun…”

She dropped into it, but did come back up with his weapon of choice, placing it on the ground and sliding it over to him- so it didn’t make it seem like she was going to shoot him. She had a feeling this would be interesting… but she was also thankful. She needed not only protection but also intelligence of the area.

“Horses are outside… I only have two, but they’re good horses.”

She led the way to the barn outside, taking a moment as she walked outside to take in the sunlight. She lifted a hat from the end post of the fence along her balcony, and placed it on her head, fixing her jacket. It was hot outside, and the sand was boiling, heat coming off in waves relentlessly. She walked over to the paddock fence, nodding towards the barn to the right. She wanted him to wait there- better to keep him out of the heat while she got the horses ready- the tack already sitting nearby. She had clearly been ready to leave earlier.

Inside the barn it was quiet, the hay inside was hard- likely a little old, but other than that it looked like a normal barn. There were however a few pictures- just photographs placed on top of a wooden box. They were faded, and thus hard to see, but she was in one of them- as well as a man. His facial features however were blurred- so it was hard to make him out.

After about 15 minutes or so, she pushed open the door, the horses standing behind her.

“Ready to go?”

She was curious as to when he would start to ask questions- but she was prepared. She knew how to respond and she just had to play it safe- that’s all that mattered.

She handed him the reins of one of the horses, focusing on getting the tack tightened on her own. She seemed rather deep in thought before his voice shook her out of the trance, and she cast a glance over the back of the horse’s neck, eyeing him gently- as if she were allowed to be suspicious.

“I would have gone anyways. I don’t stand much of a chance in Burkshire- even with you there, but I stand a better chance than if I had gone alone.”

She replied carefully. She didn’t have much intentions in Burkshire other than simply using it as a path to get to Barrow Peak- plus even if it was a shitty place, the horses would need a rest. She did guess it was strange however that she had tack out for two horses- but she had been waiting for someone else… but they never showed. It was possible he ran into them- he may very well have put a bullet in his head… but that didn’t matter now.

She watched him however, watched how his features softened as he looked at the horses, watched how it seemed to make him relax and she smiled a little. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as they made himself out to be. Gently coughing as she shifted, she moved to stand stand next to him to help him get on- if he needed it.

“You know Clyde- if I wanted you dead, I would have left you. I don’t have anything against you… we’re both running from our own demons.”

She wasn’t sure why she was telling him that, maybe because it gave her a sense of solace to think that way too. Regardless, she got on her own horse once he was on his, and took a slow, inward breath. It was time to go… gently she kicked the horse forward- just letting it walk for now.

“You surprisingly keep questions to yourself- but I’m guessing your line of work tells you it’s smarter not to,”

She looked at him, watching the way he rode- perhaps worried about his arm… it wasn’t entirely clear. But she soon looked away, and just softly sighed. Half of her wished she could be honest- but who knew how honest even Clyde was- even without reason to lie many people did it instinctively. However for his sake- the less he knew… the better. Plus it was better if they got along- it would make this journey go a lot smoother.

Marigold just nodded briefly. She wasn't one to do so- but she had to admit she tended to get defensive when she was stressed out... That had to say something, since she was still here and had yet to pull her shotgun on him. But she did look ahead of herself, gently pulling her hat down more so it shielded her eyes from the rays of the sun. She didn't mind the company, but she had a feeling he wouldn't stay for long. She had provided him with the means to get away- and he could take advantage of that... She had the coin on her, and well it wouldn't exactly be difficult to get it from her. At least, that was the way she was making herself out to be.

"If your arm starts hurting let me know... We can take breaks as you need them,"

She didn't look back at him when she said this, reaching up to her face she gently coughed- inhaling a bit of the dust clouds the horses were kicking up. She herself was staring out at the landscape, but the monotone appear she had on her face was worrisome, her eyes seemed focused on the horizon. She seemed concerned with getting to their destination, but with the time it had taken them to introduce themselves they had already lost an hour of precious sunlight, and it would get cold during the night.

She glanced in his direction however when he brought up asking the wrong question, and she seemed to gently lock her jaw in place, looking away as she took a slow breath, lips parting as if she were about to ask something but it was notable that she was extremely hesitant.

"I understand if you don't wish to answer, but why were you out in the middle of nowhere? No one comes out into the desert unless they're looking to get away with murder,"

She had said it jokingly, but there was a nervousness in her voice that instantly changed with her demeanor, out here she was far more at risk... And god could only imagine what she would be like without him here- even if his company didn't assure much protection, it really was better than nothing.

"And I suppose if you answer that... You can ask me something."

It was only fair, wasn't it? Even if she knew the risk of such an offer... She had to build trust from something.

She had of course tensed when he came up next to her, and her eyes burned as she watched him fiddle next to his gun, but when he lifted his hand and showed her the fabric, she slowly breathed out. Her face had gotten a little red- clearly she'd been holding her breath. She thanked him quietly as she reached out, their hands obviously brushing as she took it from him, and held it over her mouth before she could get it situated where it wouldn't fall from her face- which wasn't too hard luckily. She didn't say much else, but kept up the trot because it was easier to keep the pace moderate. She assumed they would some-what be riding through the night, if he could handle it.. The sooner they got out of the desert, the better it was- for her own sanity and for his healing.

She listened however when he answered her question, silent as she slightly cocked her head in his direction. So, she had sort of been correct... But clearly whoever he was after was dangerous enough- to send two people... Still, it didn't put her much off edge. There was a lot of hired guns nowadays for that specific reason- someone didn't agree with you or didn't like the way you went around things and they felt if they shot the mouth off you, it was one less sorry bastard they had to deal with. When he asked her however, she didn't seem that uncomfortable answering- it was something she didn't have to lie about... Simple enough.

"I'm headed to Barrow Peak... The range out North. Suppose to be someone I'm meetin' with. But I do have to make plenty stops along the way."

Her voice slurred- simply because she rushed the answer. She gently cupped the horn on the front of the saddle, and leaned back, stretching her legs a tiny bit. She bit her lip under the fabric, but the action was still quite noticeable. She was unconsciously doing it- thinking about the stops she did actually have to make... but she would likely do the rest alone after she got far enough.

"I won't keep you forever- sure you've got more jobs and women to seduce,"

She tried to joke, the squinting of her eyes due to a smile as she let out a tiny bit of a laugh and then proceeded to look ahead of herself once more. She just wanted to keep it light, who knew when something would go wrong.

"Hey, uh, Clyde... you don't reckon your fellow gunslinger would still be out wanderin' about, do you?"

She had kept her eyes forward- paying attention to the path. She knew roughly how to get to Burkshire but she needed to see the visible cues if she wanted to get there on time- She'd never come from this direction, but it was the best she could do under her current circumstances. Her attentions turned however upon noticing him fall forward on the horse- and could see the pain etched into his face probably even if he didn't want to admit it. The eyes never lied.. But she looked around, and gently veered left- she knew of a spot they could rest, that offered some amount of shade from the sunlight. It was starting to get a bit dark outside however, and she bit her tongue nervously.

When she heard him speak however, she did gaze back at him- listening to his voice quietly but she wasn't sure really how to react when he commented on her joke and their eyes had briefly met. She too coughed, and quickly looked away. She did await the response to her last question, but even if he said that, it didn't put her much at ease. No one really wanted to shoot another person- except the loonies, so often people had terrible shots- she certainly did but more people left her alone when she carried a shotgun.

"I would love to think so. Hopefully he ain't headed this way... But I do suppose Burkshire is closest to here if you know where you are... but even you admitted you two were lost. Likely that he's headed back the way he came. People get turned around in the desert all the time."

She spoke softly- as if her voice could ruin the air of serenity here. But, she focused on their path again, she didn't want to end up backwards like she'd just pointed out, and it wasn't much further to the spot where they could take a short break. She came up on a few rocks jutting from the ground, sand that was pressured into hard masses that looked similar to jutting rocks, the wind had far pushed the loose sand away from it, but had begun to wear into the sand-stone. Shifting on top of her horse, she swung a leg over and landed on the ground. The horses would stay- unless spooked. Plus, there seemed to be a small abundance of desert grass that they could munch on.

She walked over to his horse, offering a hand to get him down hopefully without banging his arm, but she did look at it. She couldn't overly tell but it looked like blood was seeping through again... She didn't really want to risk trying to clean it- not with all of the sand blowing around. But, she could at least try and alleviate some of the pain by letting the man rest.

"So I have to know, and I guess pardon for me asking... But why choose the life of an outlaw? I know some do it for the risk but... its oughta be lonely."

She asked the question as she was headed for the cover of the sandy outcrop, settling down where the shade was darkest and gently pulling down the fabric. The wind wasn't nearly as bad under this cover. She did however shift to offer him room- if he chose to sit next to her. She reached behind her back shortly after, grabbing the canteen she had filled with crisp water- once cold but now heated by their journey. Still, water was water, and she offered it to him.

She had kept her eyes locked onto him as he sat next to her- she tended to look at a person when they were speaking, but she stayed quiet, curiously pondering what it must have been like. She only barely knew, just enough to know how to use a gun, but she still lonely herself. Even if she wasn’t an outlaw by nature, she may as well have been one. Her life was just as dangerous, and in all reality the only difference was she didn’t get paid to do the things she was.

“I guess during bad times you do what you can to survive,”

She replied, leaning back as she was handed the canteen. She stripped off her jacket but did place it across her lower portion, it offering some kind of extra relief from the winds even if there wasn’t much in comparison to a few steps away. It would die down… she didn’t seem startled however by his statement, she just looked away off to the side.

“I guess a part of me feels I have a lot more to lose than you do. But I suppose it isn’t entirely fair… what would you have me tell you? The more I say the more I put myself in danger- you… in danger.”

She looked back at him, and allowed a small sigh to escape her lips, pulling her hat off and placing it in her lap, running a hand through her dust ridden hair, the dark brown tinted a paler almost orange colour due to the flying sands. She did find herself staring at the swirls as the wind captured them, blasting them across the landscape…. But she could tell it was starting to settle… even in the desert the wind couldn’t keep up its strength all day.

“But… I guess you have been rather open… so I’ll answer your questions- if I can. But keep in mind Outlaw that even some questions are better left with no answers.”

She watched him carefully, watching the way he moved, and the way he’d show body language, but her eyes drifted down to his arm, and she gently sighed. She didn’t have much to help- but she looked over at her horse. Getting up, she wandered over before she came back with a flask. She didn’t really drink- wasn’t a huge fan and that was mainly because she was rather a lightweight, but most men did… especially when it pain so maybe it would help. It might not numb his arm but it would numb his brain to pain.

“We’re going to rest here for tonight. It’s going to get dark fast, and once this wind dies down, I’ll get around to making a fire.”

She met his gaze when he brought up danger, her eyes showing her seriousness even if she did give a small chuckle, “Yeah… you could actually.” She replied. She looked away at the horses, watching as they gently snorted and ate the grass, her mind lost in thought, but the various noises he made drew her out, and she looked back at him. She couldn’t even entirely remember why she chose to live out alone. She could have lived with someone but she had refused… guess back in that moment she didn’t think she could trust anyone- especially not that person… silly mistake, if she thought back to it. She could have avoided all of this. She did feel bad involving him, but she had no other choice when she needed to do what she needed to do.

She watched the man drink- smiling a touch noticing he seemed quite happy to have it. Slowly she blinked, sand caught in her lashes before she looked back out at the desert landscape. “Well I reckon for that exact reason,” She gently put her hat across her face as she leaned back, mainly to hide her expressions. “My old man was killed by an outlaw… he was tryin’ to do some good in this world and someone else saw fit to shut that down. I didn’t stay for long- hell I didn’t even see him get shot, but I heard it.” She closed her eyes, slowly breathing out… it was starting to get cold. “So I ran to the desert- not many people go out there, and I figured that outlaw knowing I ran out east he’d assume I’d be dead by morning anyways. I’ve held up in that shack for 4 years… but with all of this happenin’ lately and the fact I’ve noticed more outlaws like yourself out in the desert… I had to act.” She seemed cautious with her words- even though she seemed rather relaxed.

“Plus… who would suspect a woman livin’ out in the desert by her lonesome? Most just expect me to be off my rockers. But it’s just safer… anyone I care about seems to wind up hurt or dead.” She gently rolled her shoulders in a sort of shrug, but before he could really respond to her story, she rose to her feet. “I’m gonna find some kindling- before the chill takes me.”

With that, the woman walked away, pulling her jacket back over her shoulders but she had left the shotgun, who would be out in the bloomy desert at this time other than them? Perhaps it was a false sense of security, but she didn’t feel like she had to go far to get kindling… so it was fine. She could see some dead trees a little ways away. She did glance at the sky however, and gently bit her lip. To think one day had already gone by… this was going to be a long adventure. Yet she cursed herself for thinking it would be better with company. Wishful thinking like that is what got people killed.

She didn't seem overly concerned about him following- but she guessed she understood why. Perhaps she was too quick to assume that it would be safe... But living out alone for so long, you just tended to become numb to caution, since you never ran into anything of real threat normally. She bent to pull a knife from her thigh, and began scraping at one of the bushes that was closer than the trees. She gently bit her lip as she gathered the tinder, and focused entirely on grabbing as much as she could. In all reality, she could then break apart this bush, and though the sticks were small, they were rather thick, and it could likely do well to keep a fire going throughout the night, even if it would not offer a whole lot of heat, it was better than nothing at all.

She began breaking off the limbs shortly after she figured she had enough tinder, but suddenly paused. Looking around she seemed anxious- she had heard something. To her utter surprise, which was evident enough in the way she jumped, it was just a desert mouse, which quickly scurried away from the bush she had been working on. Taking a slow, deep breath she got back to work.

Somewhere from behind Clyde however there was quiet coughing- the wind tended to carry sound, and it was hard to pinpoint its whereabouts when it really was just blowing aimlessly. The horses however didn't seem spooked, they just lifted their heads for mere moments and then went back to eating. "...he....o?" The voice was coarse, hard to make out, but the same sound poured into the wind again and again, until the entire word ' hello ' was crisp- and very close nearby. Then, it stopped. Marigold had stood up at that point, and though she didn't make a move to go towards Clyde- she knew it would be better to not make a sound at all than risk being heard. Slowly she turned to look at him, and her lips parted to speak but the voice that slurred from her lips were not her own- no... this was a man's voice.

"Well now what do we have 'ere?"

There was a short cackle to the voice, and behind him there was another man. He looked thinner, not nearly as threatening, and looked like he had seen a ghost. "Wasn't mighty nice of ya to ignore this man's poor plead." He said as he lifted up a revolver, cocking the gun, and watching as the barrel slid one of 6 bullets into place. He held the gun at Clyde- while the frightened man quickly scampered over to the shotgun at the side- he reminded Marigold of a coyote.. she hated the damn things.

"Now, the way I see it, y'all are gonna give us what you've got, and we might let you two lovebirds live, but, then again, we might kill you." He was looking at Marigold, and the man behind him laughed almost hysterically. "They're better when they can't move!" His voice was high-pitched, and his comment made Marigold recoil in disgust. But then the brute looked at Clyde, and he had daggers in his eyes, his jaw gently clenched- clearly he was trying to look intimidating. "So what'll it be, boy?"

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