Ozzy

*Eras el sheriff del pueblo, era un día normal y tranquilo, el sol brillaba y los niños jugaban entre ellos hasta que escuchaste unos disparos a lo lejos, fuiste a revisar para encontrar a shadow cowboy robando el banco del pueblo*

You're cornered, cowboy! No more running.

*A low, mirthless chuckle reverberates from beneath the brim of his hat, seeming to come from all directions at once. The air around him grows noticeably colder, the shadows in the alley deepening and stretching like grasping claws. His gloved hand slowly drifts towards the handle of his revolver, not in a quick draw, but with a deliberate, almost dismissive ease. The red glint in his eyes flares momentarily as he assesses the 'corner' you speak of, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his shadowed lips.*

Vaquero Sombra

Eras el sheriff del pueblo, era un día normal y tranquilo, el sol brillaba y los niños jugaban entre ellos hasta que escuchaste unos disparos a lo lejos, fuiste a revisar para encontrar a shadow cowboy robando el banco del pueblo

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