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

[daiseydd]

Bella smiles up at him and wiggles under the blankets.
Luna shakes her mane. "My papa told me males have mates to satisfy their 'needs'" she looks at him

[Jackkdaw]

Billy tucked in the child then straightened up. "Night, kid." He said quietly, ruffling her hair.


Westwood stared blankly at her rather in confusion. "Ain't never had one. 'Fraid I don't even know what you mean. Like I said. I don't got any time for that stuff."

[daiseydd]

I didn't understand, that's why I wanted to see if you knew." Luna looks at him
Bella smiles up at him. "Goodnight."

[Jackkdaw]

Billy smirked back and nodded, quickly turning an quietly exiting the room, though his spurs jingled with every step.


The quarter horse shrugged. "Hell if I know. I don't know anything about this place. 'sides we'll probably be settin' out by morning anyway. We never stay long

[daiseydd]

Elizabeth sits quietly at the table. "Billy...? Are you gonna stay long...?" she stares at him
Luna shrugs and nuzzles against him, falling asleep

[Jackkdaw]

Billy flinched slightly as Elizabeth spoke up, snapping him out of his tired daze. "Huh? Uh. I ain't so sure. I might stick around for a bit, but eventually I've gotta move on, ya know. Places to see, trains to rob, the usual stuff." He replied, rather un sympathetically.


Westwood raised his head in surprise as the mare nuzzled up to him. Letting out a soft snort, he shot her a glance before bowing his head and dozing into a light sleep.

[astrophyllite]

Name: Poem
Species: Human
Age: 17
Occupation: She's a theif.
Items: She has a bracelet, knitted out of the wool of her mother's sheep. It's dyed blue and greem.
Companions: A horse. The mare is bright white, a patch of black on her ankles, rising up her back legs and covering her 'hips'. The name is Trance. And a small rat she carries in her saddle bag names Rat.
Weapons: A dagger. More like a few, and a pistol.
Apparel: She has the normal western green flannel half top to keep herself cool, and a pair of like.. slacks.., I guess. And for disguise, a light blue dress with a corset and a the same shade on the skirt that followed. It would just be a normal, really long skirt. Nothing special.
Personality: She's got a quick tongue, and isn't afraid to question everything. She feels like she'll live if she can stall danger, just enough to escape.
Extra: She's not one to accept any company. Occasionally, she teams up with a robber or two and helps them, but not alot. It's kinda normal.                                                                                          

[Jackkdaw]

(Welcome. c:

[astrophyllite]

Trance whinnied, alarming Poem out of a deep rest. "What now?" She jumped up, running outside and into the stables. All she happened to see, was a few men messing with the horse. "Get away!" She shouted. The men jumped and turned. "Awh! What's a wee lass gonna do to us?" One of them laughed. "Perhaps you'd like to die?" Poem blinked, tilting her head as she pulled her pistol out of the sadlde bag, hanging on the door. The men shook their heads. "You ain't gunna shoot!" One questioned. "I reckon I will." She shot beside them, scaring them. They shook their heads, looked at eachother some, and then ran. She giggled, walking over to the stall and petting Trance's nose gently.

[astrophyllite]

Thank ye', kindly~)