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

[Ian592]

"Shut up, idiot." Peter fired his gun, attempting to make a hole in Billy's hat, "I don't mean no harm. Yet. Now shut your pie-hole." Richard rode up to him, his water bottle swishing, "Sir, there is a sandstorm at camp!" "Sandstorm? You serious?" "Yea!" "I must go now. We might meet again, might not." He rode home, pulling his mask up and squinting his eyes.

[Jackkdaw]

Billy flinched as the bullet flew through the top part of his Stetson, leaving a perfectly circular hole. "God dammit!" He shouted, pulling off the hat and standing up. Before he had a chance to draw a gun, the bandits were gone. "You'd better hope we don't meet again!" He called at the man through clenched teeth, clutching the Stetson by the brim in his fist. Brushing it off, he glared at the hole that was now pierced in the front and back of the hat and huffed, shoving it forcefully back on his head.

[duna the killer]

Spirit ran out of her den, hearing a loud gunshot. She heard some shouts, then quiet. Probably the bandits that roamed these areas. She stood by her waterhole and looked at her 'camp'. It seemed in good shape. Though there wasn't much water left. She hoped it would rain soon. Spirit marked most of the area and went to hunt.
  After about 5 minutes she came across a lone.. meerkat? She dashed at it. The meerkat turned and ran. Spirit pushed forward. She glared ever so slightly, using a look that is famous among border collies: The Eye. The meerkat turned and froze in shock. Spirit grabbed it and shook it around like the snake. It squealed. Spirit smiled and ran back home.
  Spirit dug into her meal. She wasn't full, but she probably wouldn't be hungry for another hour. She buried what was left of her meal: Fur and bones. At least she had food.
She then began to expand her underground home so it split into two tunnels. She would store food in another, and sleep in the other. The sun started to set. Tomorrow, she would gather plants for a nest.

[Ian592]

(Bump)

[Jackkdaw]

(Sorry. Waiting for Evaluation, DarkPetal or Daisey to post. :I

[duna the killer]

Get that <_>

[Star12]

Yeah, I'm waiting for Daisey to reply...))

[Jackkdaw]

(Oh joy. XD)

[duna the killer]

(May we all just get back to the rp? XD)

[Jackkdaw]

(Well I have to wait for Evaluation at least to respond first, really, but I suppose I'll just post anyway.)


Billy fixed his hat on his head and huffed, visibly agitated by the arrogance of the bandits. "I'm gonna- go hunting or something." He muttered, kicking the dirt as he trudged over to Westwood. Grabbing the saddle horn, he pulled himself up into the saddle. Westwood tossed his head as Billy jerked the reins to turn him around. "Be back. Later." He murmured over his shoulder before spurring the quarter horse into a canter, kicking up dust and dirt behind him.