Entering the bustling saloon with a wolfish grin, her weapons holstered.
For now.
Sauntering her way over to the lamb like bartender, motioning him over with a prominent flick of her wrist. Upon noticing her predatory expression and less than feminine attire, the lamb of a man made his way over to the intimidating women. Who lent against the bar as if she owned the damn saloon! With a subtle shake in his step, he inspected her weapons that laid dormant either hung at her waist or slung across her back, sleeping silently.
"What can I get you, miss?" The bartender asked still eyeing her weapons as if they were going to bite him.
"Whiskey" Was the dominating women's court and cold reply. She watched as the bartender gulped back his fear and made his way to fulfil her demand.
When the bartender returned with the drink the predator of a women was gone, along with the other customers and only a dollar for the whiskey replaced them in the women's place on the bar. The bartender sighed in relief his once tense muscles relaxed at the absence of the mysterious women. Until he noticed how the dollar was pinned to the bar, by a serpents head, its fangs submerged in the mahogany surface. The serpents soulless eyes glared with unforgiving eyes at the bartender as a sticky crimson liquid dripped from its neck as it hung limply down the side of the bar.
He knew the sign of who he was dealing with almost immediately. After all he had heard the callous rumours yet never heeded their warnings as if the rumours were mere gossip spread by the working girls as a terror inducing horror story to run new comers out of their humble town. Too absorbed in his thoughts and the sight of the serpent still pinning the dollar in place on the bar that he barely registered when a rough gloved hand slid over his mouth silencing his muffled panic.
A plain gun metal grey curved hunting knife slithered it's way to his neck, daring him to move or struggle so that it found itself embedded in there. Almost as if the person who wielded the knife was the blade itself with the amount of bloodlust pouring from it like a fountain.
