SIGN UPS: http://www.everypony.com/forums/showthread.php?7029-The-wild-west-sign-ups&p=279930#post279930 This RP is about ponies living in the wild west, simple as that.
Red Glory's gang sat around the many campfires of their little home of a canyon, even if it was broad daylight. They where one of the most feared gangs in the West, so they didn't worry none to much, just enough to make sure they didn't get snuck up on. They would soon ride out again for their next big attack, a good ol rustling on the nearest ranch.
Sarge walked along the dirt road on his way to Thieves Landing (Yes, I'm using a Red Dead Redemption town name.) to deal with an outlaw he had been sent to 'take care of.' His duster swept at the ground, covering up his hoof prints, and he kept his hat tilted to hide his eyes. At his side was his revolver, ready to be pulled out and shot at any moment.
A pony covered in a long coat walked along a dirt road. Her face was completely covered by a hat. She was wandering, as always, not heading to a specific place. Just looking for a good conversation, and a mug of cider.
As he walked along, he found himself bumping into another pony by accident, "Ah, my apologies. Wasn't really looking where I was going."
He chuckled, "Yeah, I suppose you're right. But i must ask, what is a mare doing on THIS road of all roads. Gangs always seem to be trotting down this road, looking for a new kill."
"Wandering." She stated plainly. "I tend not to care where I am, and deal with problems when they arise. I've gotten myself in a fair share of...fights." The pony smiled wide under her hat.
"Well, as long as you think you can handle yourself," Sarge said, tipping his hat, "I'll be on my way. Watch for Red Glory and his gang by the way, they've been much too active lately." He began to move on until he turned back for a moment, "I also suggest avoiding Thieves landing for an hour or so." And with that, he continued walking.
As Sarge made it to Thieves landing, he took a big whiff of the air, 'You can smell the scum in the air...' He thought, heading into the nearly empty bar. He sat at a table, finding his target sitting across the room, alone. Sarge walked up to the target, "Thunder Crash?" He asked. "Yeah, what about i-" was all Thunder could say before he lied limp on the ground, gun smoke in the air. "Nighty night..." Sarge said as the bartender and the innocents in the bar ran off, leaving Thunder's comrades. "How goes it?" He asked before dodging behind the counter when the bullets began to fly.
The pony decked in a cloak walked into Thieves Landing, just as a mass of ponies came running out of the saloon. "That must be what he was warning me of..."
Soon, the bar had one pony left standing, the victor, Sarge. He took what ammo and money was on the bandits he killed, then found some evidence to show Thunder Crash was dead, then made his way out.
out of nowhere a green and black haired pony is standing at the door way and sticks one hoof out in an attempt to trip sarge. after succeeding and muffling a snicker he asks in a joking tone "so..hows the weather?
"Lady, I thought I told you to avoid here!" Sarge said. He quickly got up after being tripped and kicked the pony back through the doors and on the ground, "You tell me, partner."
raven spit out dirt while still laying on the ground. "dude, take a joke!" after dusting himself off he starts to walk back to the small settlement he had came from.
She snorts once. "I don't really follow rules, sorry pardna'." A gust of wind blows through Thieves Landing, knocking off everypony's hats.
"I'm not in the mood for such foolishness, kid." Sarge said to Raven as Raven walked off. With the gust of wing, Sarge's hat flies off his head, revealing his red eyes, messy brown mane, and many facial scars.
The female pony stands stock still, her long brown hair falling down, revealing her bright purple eyes, as her hat lands on the ground next to her. (Off to bed now)
