She was crouched down towards the ground, resting on her haunches and gazing out at the skyline. Her features were afflicted with thought that bent them into furrows contradictory to her youth. Then again, youth was such an absurd concept; they never seemed to notice the way death crept upon their features, and why should they? A slow death that marked the aged would never consume them. There were too many dogs in the fight for claiming their ill evolved bodies that the calming serenity of passing from days wasn’t even a flicker in the focused mind.

Clawlike nails dug into the dirt at her feet, sifting it about in her hands and letting it fall into the suffocating wind before reaching the same digits to her face and pressing them to her nose. She gave it a sniff before dropping it back to her side and rising up to her full 63 inches. “Something is waiting.” She spoke in a solitary tone that barely escaped into a conscious idea, but it didn’t pass away unnoticed. A tall lean man canted his head towards her and allowed a goofy grin to spread across his lips. She didn’t return the smile, and in fact had moved her gaze to dwell on the town that seemed to be tightening some primordial noose.

“The meeting probably isn’t waiting on us.” The smile had infected his tone and she sneered at the town in response.

“No. Something else.” She glanced at the man to the north of her shoulder, finally acknowledging his disposition. “You sound almost excited about the meeting.”

“Aren’t you?” His grin became self conscious and slipped away, calling back the usual sedated contemplation. “It’s rare to talk to others that understand.”

Cocheta scoffed at the assertion and wrapped her arms across her chest. “I am not optimistic about their understanding. It’s going to be a waste of time. You should be going if you are so excited.”

“I’d better not.” He started looking at the town and he found the same sneer she had worn infectious. Her leather boots dragged enough to send nugatory swirls of dirt following her path to the [url=http://img01.deviantart.net/a654/i/2012/061/5/6/appaloosa_rear_buck_leap_by_yumpystock-d4rggao.jpg]dappled appaloosa[/url]. She reached into the horse’s side pack and pulled a couple things out. She buttoned a thin cotton black long sleeve that fell almost to her knees and then wrapped a leather ammunition belt with holster around her waist. She was slipping a knife in her boot when the man turned to speak, “Send word as soon as you can. We’ll be nearby.”

Her response was a nod as she pulled a dark and dusty cowboy hat onto her head. “I’ll be in touch; good luck.” She smiled for the first time, but it was still infected by the by the gloom of this place. She grabbed at a tuft of horsehair and pulled her nimble form to slide up on the sturdy creature. She raised a palm to the man and he responded in kind as she turned the horse towards the town, heading for the lone road that lacked even good intentions for paving.

She traced back to try and collect memories from her last visit to a populated area. She was coming up short until she felt the throbbing of a few mundane eyes following her. She had hunted various flesh eaters, but the isolation of strangers starring jarred her for some reason. She pulled the hat a little lower over her eyes and found a bit of solace in spotting the [i]Lone Stallion[/i]. She made a click from the side of her mouth and the horse eased to a stop and let the girl slide down. She didn’t have reigns to tie the horse up with, but it wouldn’t matter. They’d spent enough time together she had little concern that he’d up and decide to wander off now.

She pressed her palm into the door of the Stallion, gauging the vibrations of voices and ambience on the other side before pushing it open and slipping in as subtly as her lithe form could manage.