Literature
Dusty Feathers [One-Shot]
Sett pulled the wanted pamphlet from his saddlebag and flipped through a few of them lazily. He’d walked into the sheriff station the last six towns over and grabbed them all from the board. At this point, it was quantity over quality, as every single face cost barely enough to sustain him for a month. “Hey,” Sett called to a somewhat older gentleman with greying hair and a hunch. He swung his leg over and jumped down from the horse, shoving the pamphlet under his nose. “You ever seen any of these people? Anyone will do.” The elderly man blinked up at Sett, about to tell him to fuck off, before he fully examined him. Sett was a large Vestayan in every sense of the word. He was close to 6’11” at his full height, his biceps and thighs bulging and straining against his minimal clothing, and he wore scars all over his body like trophies. His giant pecs and six-pack were on display save for a large sash tied around his waist. The vest over his shoulders rest open at his sides. He had a