Post by Sporky on Oct 25, 2010 23:11:34 GMT -5
I know this guy may come off as a Gary Stu, totally perfect and skilled..but ehh. I just write what my muses tell me.
And to address the 'paws' and 'maw' concerns...anthropomorphic animals. That is all.
bang. Bang. BANG!
Three shots woke him from his sleep, propped up against hay bales behind the saloon. Three shots bought a growl as he was torn from his hard-earned rest. His paws groped the ground beside where he had been sleeping, eventually finding his shotgun. He tipped his hat up to see what was going on as he cracked the gun's barrels open, checking the shells inside. Neither was spent..he really did forget sometimes. He patted the front of his shirt. His bandoliers were still there. Still full of shells, good.
Shotgun over his shoulder, he strode out from behind the building, sun blazing down hot enough to split rocks. Tipping his hat down just a smidgen, he looked towards where the shots had come from. Three of them, two with sixguns and one with a rifle. Common bandits, by the look of 'em. A snort and a smirk were his thoughts on how much of a challenge they posed.
He approached them with a swagger, tapping the barrels of his shotgun on his shoulder. He glanced from one side of the street to the other, looking at the townsfolk peeping out from behind their curtains to watch the spectacle. His shook his head and chuckled quietly. Always had to be big, strong, mean old Colton to the rescue..wah, wah, save us, Colton..bah, no matter.
"Howdy, fellas!" he greeted the gunmen casually,flashing a smirk at them and tilting his head up. "Love day, innit?" The three whirled around to face him, guns at the ready, staying silent. He continued to approach them, five dollar smile still flashing. "Now what's all this ruckus you boys've been causin', hmm?" The shotgun-toting one stepped forward, baring broken and yellowed teeth. "We're fixin' to take this pisshole for ourselves, and you ain't gonna stop us!"
Another small chuckle issued from his maw as he tilted his head back, grinning wickedly at them. "Really now..well, you see, I think I'm capable of stopping you. But you don't...quite the..uhh..what's that college word..conundrum, isn't it?" The three bandits looked amongst each other, then doubled over laughing..their last mistake. Swiftly, he moved his shotgun from over his shoulder, pulling both triggers. The blast caught the center two, but missed the other one, who rolled out of the way and drew his pistol.
But the bandit didn't count on his opponent also having a pistol. It quickly turned into a running gunfight, both sides skilled with their sidearms. But Colton had just a little bit more experience with moving targets. Smirking, he 'lead' his target, aiming just a bit ahead..squeeze the trigger...THUD. The third fell to the ground, shot in the chest. BAM. Another shot felled the criminal. He smirked, and put his pistol back in its holster, also taking the time to reload his shotgun. He wouldn't stick around to clean up, that wasn't his job. He was just the hired gun, paid just enough to make him stick around.
Without another word, he slung his shotgun over his shoulder again. He had another date with those hay bales..
And to address the 'paws' and 'maw' concerns...anthropomorphic animals. That is all.
bang. Bang. BANG!
Three shots woke him from his sleep, propped up against hay bales behind the saloon. Three shots bought a growl as he was torn from his hard-earned rest. His paws groped the ground beside where he had been sleeping, eventually finding his shotgun. He tipped his hat up to see what was going on as he cracked the gun's barrels open, checking the shells inside. Neither was spent..he really did forget sometimes. He patted the front of his shirt. His bandoliers were still there. Still full of shells, good.
Shotgun over his shoulder, he strode out from behind the building, sun blazing down hot enough to split rocks. Tipping his hat down just a smidgen, he looked towards where the shots had come from. Three of them, two with sixguns and one with a rifle. Common bandits, by the look of 'em. A snort and a smirk were his thoughts on how much of a challenge they posed.
He approached them with a swagger, tapping the barrels of his shotgun on his shoulder. He glanced from one side of the street to the other, looking at the townsfolk peeping out from behind their curtains to watch the spectacle. His shook his head and chuckled quietly. Always had to be big, strong, mean old Colton to the rescue..wah, wah, save us, Colton..bah, no matter.
"Howdy, fellas!" he greeted the gunmen casually,flashing a smirk at them and tilting his head up. "Love day, innit?" The three whirled around to face him, guns at the ready, staying silent. He continued to approach them, five dollar smile still flashing. "Now what's all this ruckus you boys've been causin', hmm?" The shotgun-toting one stepped forward, baring broken and yellowed teeth. "We're fixin' to take this pisshole for ourselves, and you ain't gonna stop us!"
Another small chuckle issued from his maw as he tilted his head back, grinning wickedly at them. "Really now..well, you see, I think I'm capable of stopping you. But you don't...quite the..uhh..what's that college word..conundrum, isn't it?" The three bandits looked amongst each other, then doubled over laughing..their last mistake. Swiftly, he moved his shotgun from over his shoulder, pulling both triggers. The blast caught the center two, but missed the other one, who rolled out of the way and drew his pistol.
But the bandit didn't count on his opponent also having a pistol. It quickly turned into a running gunfight, both sides skilled with their sidearms. But Colton had just a little bit more experience with moving targets. Smirking, he 'lead' his target, aiming just a bit ahead..squeeze the trigger...THUD. The third fell to the ground, shot in the chest. BAM. Another shot felled the criminal. He smirked, and put his pistol back in its holster, also taking the time to reload his shotgun. He wouldn't stick around to clean up, that wasn't his job. He was just the hired gun, paid just enough to make him stick around.
Without another word, he slung his shotgun over his shoulder again. He had another date with those hay bales..