Wild West

[rookthebunwolf]

A tall stranger rode into town on a specked buckskin stallion, with a worn black saddle, and a saddleholster on each side, likely, one with a rifle one with a shotgun, but both covered so it cant be known. He was white furred and black haired, with a long wolf tail and rabbit ears, but it was hard to see anything else, he was dressed in a coal black oilskin duster, and equally black frilled chaps, covering his heavily worn jeans, he kept his head down, underneath a wide-brimmed black hat that curled slightly on both sides and had a soft sky-blue band around it. He stopped in front of the saloon and tied up his horse as he hopped down the duster got caught by the wind and flew up revealing a Colt single action army on his gun belt, and the silver spurs on his black boots jingled. "ill be back Hickory" he whispered and petted the horse before walking calmly into the saloon

[Rhoryc]

A coyote, dressed sharply in a black suit, hat, and tie (not unlike a businessman) looked up as the stranger walked into the saloon. He smirked as he raised a small glass cup to his mouth. As he drank, he glanced down at the bounty notice he had placed on the counter. Showing a look of disappointment, he set down his now-empty glass and turned toward the bartender.

"Another, kind sir!" he called.

[Chronic Payne]

Billy Jango is alone leaning back lazily in a wooden chair in the corner of the saloon, resting his feet on an old poker table his ears twitch to the sounds of other people and a silent snoring sound is muffled out through the busy saloon, with his shot up old brown cowboy hat over his face sleeping contently a dirty brown fox with a black tipped tail, bares a bullet hole through his right ear and a small scar running across his snout, he has green eyes, and wears a simple brown cow leather vest with a long sleeve shirt underneath and rundown boots sporting chaps, covered in a poncho (think Clint Eastwood). His loaded rifle is at his side leaning against him, as along the barrel written in a very fancy cursive the name "Christina" and his trusty six shooter holstered under his arm. His arm swings down as an empty bottle of alcohol rolls away, having drank himself to sleep, a small golden star with a single bullet hole in it, is held in his other hand

[rookthebunwolf]

The black dressed man's spurs clanged as he walks over to the bar "tender, whiskey." he sits down on a stool next to the well dressed coyote and raises his head for the first time, he is free of any scars, a good sign that hes either new to the west, or a very quick draw.

[Rhoryc]

The coyote picked his head up, smiling as he turned to the man in black.
"A whiskey man, eh?" he said twirling his finger around the edge of the still-empty glass in front of him.
"I prefer the gin myself." The coyote leaned a bit closer to the man and whispered, "...though, truth be told I have had finer spirits."
He pompously chuckled to himself as he turned away from the stranger.
"Not to be rude, but I am under the suspicion that you aren't from around here. Tell me, what brings you to this cesspit of a town?"

[Chronic Payne]

With a groan and big yawn Billy awakes sitting up rubbing his head and placing hat on the table, "Uhhh... Barkeep! another bottle!", waving his left arm up,
"I think you've had enough sir...",
"Hey! I know when I've had enough just serve the damn drink!", sitting up as his ear with a bullet hole flicks, "Besides I got the money and what do you care a profit is a profit!" crossing arms and slowly starting to sober up.
"Whatever, drink yourself to death fool." walking around and handing him his drink walks back and serves others.

"Heh, if only they knew...", popping bottle open takes a chug and sighs,

[Kittenpillar100]

Aditsan scowled at the small drink he was nursing... His third. His throat hurt a bit, and his head was slightly clouded, however he knew he disliked the new man when he came in, looked like another colonist, and Aditsan was not fond of colonists. His ears heard the sound of spurs and he mumbled something, probably negative, about the stranger. He then went back to his drink, putting a hand to his knife - just in case.

He was a slightly short, well muscled brown goat, with intelligent eyes and a face which looked like it was always serious, this feature accented by dark red stripes on his cheeks. His small, rough horns arced back, and a wooden headband, decorated with white and red feathers rested on his head. A heavy leather cloak covered his upper body, and most of his lower body, however some plain cloth trousers could be seen around his legs. Weaponwise, he had a bow over his shoulder and a quiver over the other, both visible, while a knife was hidden under the cloak. Finally, he had a large cloth and wood pack, decorated with feathers like his headband; it contained many useful items for tracking.

[rookthebunwolf]

the man nods "not much of a drinker, but i find whiskey has its uses" he rubs around the rim of the glass "you are right, im not from here. I was a cowpuncher down in Texas, but something, someone, brought me out here.." he looked over at the coyote "names Rook" Rook tips his hat "you dont look like the type to be drinking in a saloon, you look more like the man who owns a saloon." Rook glances around, seeing a lot of scowls "not a friendly place i can tell" he snorts and looks back down at his whiskey glass.

[Rhoryc]

The coyote smiled and bowed his head slightly.
"Indeed. Though it's always nice to meet someone in a town like this who ISN'T a complete barbarian."
He looked around the room, attempting to emphasize his point.
Noticing the goat, he condescendingly nodded his head and raised a glass in his direction.
The coyote suddenly jolted upright as if he had been poked with a needle.
"Forgive me for my rudeness, sir, for I have yet to properly introduce myself!"
He extended a hand for Rook to shake.
"My name is Peter, and like you, I am also not from around here."

[Kittenpillar100]

Aditsan resentfully, spat on the floor towards the fancy coyote. Oh, he believed he was so much better than Aditsan, he could probably not kill another animal even if he had a bow and knife! He finished his drink, and narrowed his eyes further, the red paint accenting his pure hate towards the two colonists. He grabbed his knife tighter, and looked around the room, wondering how many of the people here would be happy to see him dead. He slowly pulled out his knife, before tossing it in the air and catching it, staring at the rich coyote.

[Chronic Payne]

Taking another swig of the bottle shakes head and looks at the star in his hand and sighs, "Sometimes I wonder what you would say if you were here still... *hic*", putting star in his pocket and standing up with a slow lean to the right and quickly standing back up, "Whoa...", grabbing and holstering his rifle on his back and stretches, "Time for *hic* some air..." adjusting his hat on his head, stumbling towards the door with a bottle smiles and exits the saloon only to trip and stand about out side on the patio squinting from the sunlight. "Damn it's bright..."

[rookthebunwolf]

"hello peter" rook nods and shakes his hand, then after seeing the indian toss his knife, he pulls the hammer back on his revolver, but leaves it in the holster, then turns to watch the rest of the saloon, and the drunk man leaving sloppily "whos on the poster?"

[Rhoryc]

"Oh this?"
Peter looked down at the notice.
"Why, it's my means of retirement!"
He pointed at the reward listed at the bottom.
"10,000 in paper notes. Whoever this..."
He squinted his eyes, trying to find the name of the outlaw.
"Chase Burton is... he certainly angered the wrong person... and I mean to capitalize upon that."

[Chronic Payne]

Finding his way on the dirt rode sighs and finishes off the rest of the bottle and tossing it to the ground as it smashes against a rock, shuffling around from side to side stops and squints again looking at what looks like half a dozen guys coming fast by horse, "Hmmm... this should be interesting *hic*... guess I should stick around for the real fun! *hic*" shuffling over to a horse's water trough dips head in and out, "WOO!! that worked..." rubbing the water out of his face laughs and shakes most of it off. "Now where was I?", looking over down the road as they get closer, "Huh, bandits... always one to make a dramatic entrance."

[Kittenpillar100]

Aditsan sighed, spitting on the floor again, before walking out, glaring at anyone who looked at him for more than a split second. He shoved the doors open and paced out, greeted by a blast of sand to the face... At least the air didn't stink of colonist too much out here...

His keen ears picked up hoofbeats and he moved his head round, spotting the shady shapes of galloping horses and the dust cloud left in their wake. He coughed and looked for someplace to hide, just in case they were the agressive type. He spotted the drunk, and moved to an area where he could examine him easily.

As a precaution, he pulled out his bow, and notched an arrow into it, his nose perking up for unusual smells.