The ballad of Daelin (W.I.P.)
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"The west, the new frontier. I came out here for money, but all I did was become a thief. This new found 'freedom' land has become the worst part of this nation. Crooks, gunslingers, disease, hunger, and pain seem to run rampant here. I have become part of that problem." I drop my charcoal and stand up from my journal and sigh, my tail tucked behind me. I light a cigarette and walk to my porch looking at the stars. The night sky lit up from the stars. "Heh, land of freedom." My boots slide on like they know me and I start walking towards the town I know too well. My revolver gleamed from my holster as the moon shined on it. All these years, that's the only thing that kept me from dying. My tail swishes by the ferns and cacti that inhabit the land here, the soft damp dirt under my boots refreshes me. The town, so lit up at a time like this always seemed like a blessing. Bars, tailors, butchers, grocers, any commodity at your leisure. The more you walk in, the more you realize this is much less then a paradise. Alleyways filled with toothless grins of 'night' workers, gunshots far off in the distance, screaming in bars, and Drunken Fist fights in the streets. I walk into a bar that knows me better then myself. I sit down at the bar and take in a whiff. My canine nose fills with the smells of sex, booze, and blood. But by now it's all you really get to know....