𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕨𝕓𝕠𝕪 .ᐟ.ᐟ

"Thankee-kind..."

"But Allie and I can handle the violence ourselves. Don't worry your pretty little head."

The tiny bird closed his eyes as she gave him the kiss and when she pulled back replaced his hat.

"Miss, I can't thank you enough."

He only kills in self defense, or if there's a bounty called fairly on a criminals head.

He just doesn't fear them were- folks or blood suckers is all.

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The bird cowboy fears no oogies or boogies, nothing that bumps in the night ruffles his feathers.

He's absent a few vampires to the sun, and he keeps blessed silver bullets for just this sort of prey.

🪱 Jfc

Laying it across his lap.

"I'm a bounty hunter by trade, miss. But you speak the truth, I'm not here hunting you."

"If you were someone I was sent to kill, well we'd not be havin too many words, I'll tell you straight."

He took a cold sip of water, feeling more awake and refreshed. "Oh, that's mighty fine..."

The tiny bird took a little seat on the desk, pulling his tiny Colt pistol -

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"He's a fine animal and a credit to the profession."

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"Miss. Always a fine hour of the day you darken my path."

The tiny bird tips his hat, as she's so much bigger he falls easily into her shadow.

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He gives a small wave as she approaches, adjusting his little neck bandana. He's only as tall as a can of soda, and as she comes closer he takes off his little hat.

"No here, just a man with a pair of bellies to feed."

A purring medium hair cat fit with bit and bridle dozed on a chair behind them.

"Allie and I just need our daily bread. Helping good people is a side benefit."

He looks up at Miss Death from the large wooden booth counter top, being just a few inches tall. He takes off his hat and nods.

"Evening ma'am."

Just another day, nursing a worm on the rocks alone at the saloon.

All the bounties he's been hunting seem to have gone to ground.

A tip of the hat.

"Ma'am."

Any love he's found turned tragedy, and he only knows to leave and be left behind.

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"It's fine, little miss."

The Colt spun into his holster with a refined practice. He half bent to preen and pick with his beak at his soft and fluffy down.

"What brings out out here at this time of night?"

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The small duckling leveled his Colt .45 at the former Princess, but lowered it after. "Don't startle a gunman like that..."

@gotpoisonality.bsky.social

"You there boy, what day is it today?"

That...

That would be mighty fine.

Only she knows how many she'd helped along after he was the last thing they saw...

Those are bad for birds, especially small widdle guys like him.

He needs frozen peas, and the worms that were eating his long buried marks he'd put to the gallows.

He's stared down @deathbeyond.bsky.social herself from the barrel of a gun more often than not.

"Ain't that the truth..."

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