Young Guns: Wild West RP. (Accepting humans & animals of all kinds.)

[daiseydd]

Maybe..but he can always jump in.))
Elizabeth sits, waiting, hoping he'll hurry. She doesn't feel very safe out in the wild by herself, and is staring into the bushes nervously

[Jackkdaw]

((Finally got my new laptop! I can post better now! XD But we should still wait up a bit for Felix to post.))


    Billy crouched down, examining the small distinctive tracks in the dirt that showed a hare had been here recently. He grasped the shotgun and brought it over his shoulder, quietly cocking it as he continued creeping into the brush.

[daiseydd]

Rawr! I wanna Post now)))
Elizabeth whimpers softly, hugging the baby. "please hurry..." she whispers ot herself.

[Jackkdaw]

        Billy carefully crept through the brush, cursing in his mind each time his spurs jingled as he stepped, hoping the obnoxious sound wouldn't frighten any nearby game. Finally, he set his sights on a large desert hare a few yards in front of him. He quickly ducked behind one of the shrubs and silently brought his shotgun up to glare down the barrel at the oblivious animal. Since he had already cocked it, the shotgun was in ready position and aimed at the rabbit. He waited patiently for the creature to turn broadside so he could fire. After a few minutes that time finally came and the hare turned, its side facing him, a vulnerable target. Letting out a quiet huff of concentration, Billy squeezed the trigger at last, shooting off the firearm with a loud bang. A bright flash blared from the end of the shotgun's chamber for a split second as the spray of round fired from it, the many balls of lead piercing the poor rabbit, which immediately fell to its side, blood beginning to leak from its numerous small round wounds.

[daiseydd]

Elizabeth jumps at the gunshot, wondering if it was him or not. The baby nurses quietly, ignoring the sound. Elizabeth stands and squints in the dark, seeing if he's coming back yet

[Jackkdaw]

    Billy's signature crooked smile appeared on his lips as he lowered the shotgun, eyeing the downed hare. Slipping his right arm through the firearm's strap, he slung it over his shoulder to rest it in its usual spot strung to his back. He pushed the leaves out of the way and quickly made his way over to the bloody corpse littered with the shotgun spray shot. He worked quickly to gather up the lifeless rabbit and stuff it in his satchel, hoping not to attract any predators.

[daiseydd]

Elizabeth paces the campground, worrying herself sick. The baby continues to nurse in her arms. The only sounds are the crackling of the fire and the swish of her skirt as she paces

[Jackkdaw]

Billy walked back to Westwood, who was still obediently ground tied where he had left him. Taking off the satchel, he stuffed it in the stallion's saddle bag, which made the three bags of stolen gold that were still strapped to the stud jingle together from the contact. He tied the top of the bag tightly shut and swiftly climbed back up into the western style saddle, the old leather of it creaking as he adjusted himself. He pulled Westwood's head around and nudged him into a bouncy canter back towards the distant tiny glow of the campsight fire.






 ((What good 'ol Westy looks like. x3  ::   

[daiseydd]

Elizabeth is still pacing and nursing the baby when she marches up to him. "you had me scared silly! This place is spooky at night." she grumbles up at him.

[OreoHeroz]

((Again, I apologize because I went on a SLF outing at my school.))

Felix jolted awake as a loud bang echoed through the forest. His heart pounded fearfully as he snapped his attention around. His narrowed his eyes, before slowly rising to his paws. Pricking his ears, he tasted the air, and realized that it must be some unfortunate piece of prey which got shot.

Felix flicked his tail uneasily as he turned and kneaded down on the shoreline, giving the fresh lake a few laps of water. He hauled himself to his paws and padded towards the thickest growth of the forest, hoping to search for prey.

Eyeing some tracks on the ground, he bent down to give them a deep sniff.

Rabbit.

Following to trail, it led him towards a small desert were only a few shrubs and bushes were growing. Tasting the air again, he let out a growl.

The same human--who had confronted him at the fire--had been here. Jerking his gaze, he noticed fresh blood pooled on the ground. Peering at it, he realized that this must have been the unlucky rabbit which had gotten shot by the stick.

Snorting, Felix turned and trotted back to the shore, uninterested in which what the human had caught. He was surprised that a human could actually hunt, since he couldn't see anything harmful about the human--no claws, no fangs, no venom. But the stick was the most dangerous weapon a human could ever hold--a stick that could shoot a object far  away.

Sighing, he once lay back down on the shore and closed his eyes, hoping for a peaceful rest.