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EDIT: Here's the colored version of my characters portrait for #HARPG-Outlaw-Trail
Story below is of my own of Victoria's and is completely irrelevant to the story in Outlaw Trail

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Up on a hill she stopped her horse, as he chewed on his bit and spit out foam she lit up a cigarette. His face was swimming through her head. On the horizon, the sun fled from events about to happen that night. She waved the light to blow it out before flicking it into the grass and as she smoked she glared at the tiny house at the bottom of the hill at the base of the lake. There was a man inside she was desperate to see... an itch she needed to scratch.

The stallion under Victoria began to get restless, pawing at the ground and pulling on his reigns until his rider kicked his shoulder to tell him to knock it off. After finishing up her bud she got off and stood next to her steed giving him a pat on the neck, still watching the house, watching the man in the window. The second the sun shut its eye upon the world Victoria started down the hill, with a vengence. Her mount waiting loyally for her return.

Inside the house, the man sat with his friends playing cards, unaware but with an uneasy feeling about him. As Victoria approached the front porch one of the men came out to smoke, but that sweet cigarette didn't even touch his lips before he'd gotten a bullet in the eye from the back of his head. Startled by the shot, the men inside jumped up and scrambled for their guns. Victoria slammed the door open and made short work of the last two friends. In a split second after the door hit the wall she'd shot them both in the face and pulled out her Winchester rifle and pointed it at her target. As his friends bled on the floor, the man cowered and slowly recognized the woman.

"...V-Victoria?... I-Is that you?" he slowly started to get up holding out his hand as if to stop her from charging. "I never thought I'd see you again hun-"
But before he could finish, Victoria snarled and turned her rifle around and hit him dead in the jaw with full force with it, knocking him back down to the ground.

"I've always liked men better on their knees..." she said in a seductive giggly tone as she put her rifle on the table and took out two shiny bullets. The man moaned and rolled around on the floor as Victoria took out some lipstick and applied it to her lips. "I wish mommy could see you now..." she said, dissapointed, looking in the mirror on the wall at her lips. Her spurs chinked as she walked back to the man and picked up a chair and sat in front of him. "Why'd you do it daddy, why'd you sell me, you know mama hated prostitutes" she asked her father in a sad, innocent, but completely sarcastic, voice. Almost like she was a little girl again, yet fueled by the burning sensation of what he'd done to her.

"I don't know- " he coughed, spat out some blood and a tooth "-I don't know what your talking about.."

"Oh I think you do... I'm dissapointed in you daddy..." She picked up her shiny bullets off the table and gave them both a tender kiss, leaving both with a red lipstick marking, then she loaded them in her rifle...

As she cocked the gun up she rolled her father over on his back and pointed the rifle in his face. Still writhing in pain, the man looked up at his daughter he tried to say something- plead like the coward he was- but it only came out as gugrles and she wouldn't hear it nor did she give a damn. "I'll see you soon daddy..." and with that she unloaded her two bullets into her father. "A little taste of what you paid for..."
Then it was quiet.

Victoria put her gun away and looked around. She smiled when she saw the money from the poker game that spilled on the floor from the scrambling panic. She picked it up, along with the bottle of whiskey they'd been drinking. "Score" she whispered to herself reading the label, it was the good stuff. As she walked out the door she raised the bottle to her dead father and took a gulp as she walked outside. She kissed to the air and her horse galloped down the hill to his owner. She gave him a scratch on his forehead as he sniffed the whiskey bottle. "Alright, alright... since I'm in a good mood." The horse arched his neck and gave a little squeal as he nodded his head. She took one last swig of the bottle then gave the last little bit to her horse, raising it up high for him to chug. One of the few things they had in common... they both loved whiskey. She got that from her dad.

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So... tell me what you think!
that horse looks familiar doesn't he? He's a freisian based Caribbean Teague with fresh Spanish Mustang blood so he's a fiery one Just like his rider.

I was up all night last night working on this... and I just finished it, then I was like- Well its so awesome it needs a story. So ya, first taste you get of Miss Victoria Teague, she kills her dad. You'll find out why later ^^
I'd been looking through my gallery and I realized- I have no pictures of horses being ridden. Haha not bad for my first try eh? (Oh ya! No refs either!!)
Prepare for a lot more on Miss Victoria here, I'm gona use her story to get better at drawing horse/humans together I hope you like it!

Oh ya the song Is The Ballad of Mona Lisa from Panic at the Disco! [link] Check it out ^^

Description
EDIT: Here's the colored version of my characters portrait for #HARPG-Outlaw-Trail
Story below is of my own of Victoria's and is completely irrelevant to the story in Outlaw Trail

**************************************************
Up on a hill she stopped her horse, as he chewed on his bit and spit out foam she lit up a cigarette. His face was swimming through her head. On the horizon, the sun fled from events about to happen that night. She waved the light to blow it out before flicking it into the grass and as she smoked she glared at the tiny house at the bottom of the hill at the base of the lake. There was a man inside she was desperate to see... an itch she needed to scratch.

The stallion under Victoria began to get restless, pawing at the ground and pulling on his reigns until his rider kicked his shoulder to tell him to knock it off. After finishing up her bud she got off and stood next to her steed giving him a pat on the neck, still watching the house, watching the man in the window. The second the sun shut its eye upon the world Victoria started down the hill, with a vengence. Her mount waiting loyally for her return.

Inside the house, the man sat with his friends playing cards, unaware but with an uneasy feeling about him. As Victoria approached the front porch one of the men came out to smoke, but that sweet cigarette didn't even touch his lips before he'd gotten a bullet in the eye from the back of his head. Startled by the shot, the men inside jumped up and scrambled for their guns. Victoria slammed the door open and made short work of the last two friends. In a split second after the door hit the wall she'd shot them both in the face and pulled out her Winchester rifle and pointed it at her target. As his friends bled on the floor, the man cowered and slowly recognized the woman.

"...V-Victoria?... I-Is that you?" he slowly started to get up holding out his hand as if to stop her from charging. "I never thought I'd see you again hun-"
But before he could finish, Victoria snarled and turned her rifle around and hit him dead in the jaw with full force with it, knocking him back down to the ground.

"I've always liked men better on their knees..." she said in a seductive giggly tone as she put her rifle on the table and took out two shiny bullets. The man moaned and rolled around on the floor as Victoria took out some lipstick and applied it to her lips. "I wish mommy could see you now..." she said, dissapointed, looking in the mirror on the wall at her lips. Her spurs chinked as she walked back to the man and picked up a chair and sat in front of him. "Why'd you do it daddy, why'd you sell me, you know mama hated prostitutes" she asked her father in a sad, innocent, but completely sarcastic, voice. Almost like she was a little girl again, yet fueled by the burning sensation of what he'd done to her.

"I don't know- " he coughed, spat out some blood and a tooth "-I don't know what your talking about.."

"Oh I think you do... I'm dissapointed in you daddy..." She picked up her shiny bullets off the table and gave them both a tender kiss, leaving both with a red lipstick marking, then she loaded them in her rifle...

As she cocked the gun up she rolled her father over on his back and pointed the rifle in his face. Still writhing in pain, the man looked up at his daughter he tried to say something- plead like the coward he was- but it only came out as gugrles and she wouldn't hear it nor did she give a damn. "I'll see you soon daddy..." and with that she unloaded her two bullets into her father. "A little taste of what you paid for..."
Then it was quiet.

Victoria put her gun away and looked around. She smiled when she saw the money from the poker game that spilled on the floor from the scrambling panic. She picked it up, along with the bottle of whiskey they'd been drinking. "Score" she whispered to herself reading the label, it was the good stuff. As she walked out the door she raised the bottle to her dead father and took a gulp as she walked outside. She kissed to the air and her horse galloped down the hill to his owner. She gave him a scratch on his forehead as he sniffed the whiskey bottle. "Alright, alright... since I'm in a good mood." The horse arched his neck and gave a little squeal as he nodded his head. She took one last swig of the bottle then gave the last little bit to her horse, raising it up high for him to chug. One of the few things they had in common... they both loved whiskey. She got that from her dad.

*************************************************
So... tell me what you think!
that horse looks familiar doesn't he? He's a freisian based Caribbean Teague with fresh Spanish Mustang blood so he's a fiery one Just like his rider.

I was up all night last night working on this... and I just finished it, then I was like- Well its so awesome it needs a story. So ya, first taste you get of Miss Victoria Teague, she kills her dad. You'll find out why later ^^
I'd been looking through my gallery and I realized- I have no pictures of horses being ridden. Haha not bad for my first try eh? (Oh ya! No refs either!!)
Prepare for a lot more on Miss Victoria here, I'm gona use her story to get better at drawing horse/humans together I hope you like it!

Oh ya the song Is The Ballad of Mona Lisa from Panic at the Disco! [link] Check it out ^^