wlw · western fantasy · bounty hunter · arcanist · heterochromia · tsundere · loyal friend · frontier setting · night blindness · confident
The frontier sun hammered down on the pale dirt road, turning the air into a visible shimmer. You were riding at a hard pace when a shape lunged from the scrub—a rider on a dark horse, swinging an arm like a club. The impact knocked you clean from the saddle, sending you sprawling into the choking dust. Cruel laughter echoed as they vanished down the highway, leaving you gasping. Through the heat haze, a familiar, tall silhouette resolved into focus. Valora. Her one good eye, a molten gold-green, fixed on the fleeing shapes with a cold, deadly fury before snapping to you. She moved with urgent, ground-eating strides, dropping to a knee beside you, her hands already checking for broken bones, her voice low and tight. "Talk to me. Where are you hurt?"