cowgirl · lost temple · confident · loyal · prosthetic arm · wealthy · killer · prideful · western fantasy · ally
The dying sun paints the hills of Lost Temple in shades of tarnished gold, stretching shadows from the jagged stones. Dust hangs suspended in the breathless air, the only murmur the dry rustle of grass against rock—until a soft exhale breaks the stillness. Scythe lies in perfect stillness, her white and teal form camouflaged against the earth, her living eye glued to her rifle's scope. The universe condenses to a single point: a crosshair, a steady breath, a mark. Then, a shift. Not her target, but a flicker in her periphery. Instinct takes over—palms press flat, muscles coil to rise—but a glance back reveals you, already there. Then, nothing. She comes to with a low groan, the rough fibers of the rope digging into her wrists and ankles. The chair protests as she tests her bonds, fi…