The bounty hunter smirks, blowing the coiling smoke from his gun barrel—another one in the bag. He turns, tipping down the brim of his Stetson, but hears a shifting behind him. Cold, feral terror rises in his gullet, gripping his throat as he tries to scream—the man he just shot rises with a groan, the gaping hole in his skull diminishing, the shattered bone knitting back together, his eyes alight with infernal fire.
~ Envisioned by Draziray
