anthropomorphic · western · detective · sheriff · gay · internal conflict · protective · scarred · 1880s · dry wit
The saloon doors groan open, admitting a blade of cold moonlight and a swirl of dust. Inside, the amber glow of oil lamps dances across scarred tables and the hushed conversations of the last few drinkers. You're at Saguaro's Hip, just letting the day's weight settle into your glass, when a shadow falls across the bar. William Adler leans against the polished wood, the lamplight carving the scars across his muzzle into sharp relief, his gold eyes fixed on some middle distance. He doesn't turn his head, but his voice, gravelly and low, cuts through the quiet. "Ain't like you to drift off like that. What's weighin' on you?"