For Sikira_Uchiha and Mira-Charma13 only.

Setting: Western
Type: Yoai
Owtlaw x Kidnapped Farmhand

Name: Tristian Consaten
Age: 24
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((Gah can't get the pic working from my itouch but he's in my album he's the guy with the brown hair and sword. ))

Name: Araqiel Azrael Custodio
Age: Unknown (was picked up as an orphan, is from ten to thirteen)
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((Okay so where would be the best place to start?))

((If you want to start it, you should start with your outlaw heading towards the town with his boys and explaining what's going to be done or something. If I start it, I'll start with a description of the town and Araqiel working on the farm.))

((Kay I'll start then))

Tristian smirked as he hand his men rode along. He saw a small town ahead a while back and was now eagerly heading towards it. He was feelig agressive and angry. His most favorite mood. Ecspesially when goig to raid and destroy a town. He smirked his eyes glowig darkly. "Okay boys listen up! Once we get to the town we do the usual fake them out till night fall then raid and light them up. I want minimum surviors. Take who ever you want but kill em when your done." His men nodded understading, "Alis if there's kids let's try to be human…shoot them before you light them kay?" He said as his smirk grew, "Make sure to get some valuables or some of you will die!"

Araqiel couldn't understand why his boss always made him do this. He always made him tidy up the barn...

Arra was terrified of horses. Terrified. He'd been attacked by one when he was little--it was one of the few things he remembered about his past. He'd been stranded, somehow, in the wilderness, and the last thing he could remember was running away from coyotes. His current boss had found him--he was on a walk with his son--and killed the coyotes. He'd taken Arra under his wing, and made him work as his farmhand to earn his keep.

Stepping into the barn, his hopes plummeted when he realized this would take a long, long time--the barn was filthy. Whimpering softly, he shuffled around the barn, cleaning and trying to avoid the horses' pens. It would take quite a while for him to finish.

Tristian smirked as they arived int the town, "Eh boys you know what?" He didn't wait for an answer, "Fuck waiting gitt'em now!" He said quickly flippig out his gun and shooting a little girl in her head smirking. "Go!" He said as his boys took off beging to raid and kill. He watched happily shooting anyone who got close to him or who he didn't like as he slowly began to explore the town with a sick hunger.

At the sound of the first gunshot, Arra, a very timid young man, dropped his broom and scrambled over the wall of the nearest empty horse pen, afraid. The town had been raided before, in the past. He was hoping they just went away this time and didn't thoroughly search this barn...

He scrabbled around, hiding in a large pile of hay at the back of the pen. He shook for a moment, then made sure he was still, and that his breathing was silent.

Tristian and two of his men up to a small farm. They quickly took down the family that lived there. Hevwalked around the fame house. "Whelp find sometimg good to take I'm going into the barn. I heard some horses," He smirked as he turned heading to the barn lookjng out he saw many homes burning. It made him happy. Walkig briskly he kicked the door of the barn down humkjg darkly as he strolled in.

Arra felt the urge to kick himself for hoping no one would come in here. Irony--you have got to love it! He stayed very still, hidden under the hay. He hoped he wouldn't sneeze, or attract attention. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the worst to happen...

"Fine horses…" Tristian said dryly, "Filthy though!" He said wrinkling his nose. One of his men came whisperig sometimg to him. "Oh you don't say…well then take these horses out then light this place up. Not till I get out though I have a strange feelig." Hevsaid as he walked through the barn thinkjng.

Arra was even more terrified by the notion of burning to death, but still, he said nothing. He didn't want to be captured by outlaws...in fact, he would rather die. He stayed perfectly still, heart pounding but breath silent. He was hoping they would pass him over, light the barn on fire, and leave, giving him enough time to escape.

"Ratchet!" He called to the man with him. "Once you get the horses out spread out this hay…" He pointed to the one Arra wasvhidig behind. "It'll make the place burn faster…" The man nodded

Arra panicked, but didn't move at all. He squeezed his eyes shut again, then calmed down and made himself look like he was sleeping. Once they found him, he would look like he'd been sleeping in the hay all this time...and he was dressed raggedly, so he might be mistaken for a homeless boy who had wandered in here to escape the heat of the day and the cold of the night.

Sure enough by the time Ratchet and Tristian started moving the hay out Arra was asleep. Chuckling darkly once Tristian found hum he smirked, "Looks like we got a stow away…" His smirk grew moving round the kid rillig him over. " A youngin too…freash meat…" He said while watching the boy. "Ten to thirteen I'd say…"

"Should we burn him up sir?" Ratchet asked. Trisitan shook his head thinking.

"No gag and tie him…where taking him with us…" Hevsaid darkly.

"Right sir but…why?" His man asked.

"Because Im bored Ratchet now go before you get a bullet in your skull!" He said as Ratchet scampered of to get ropes. Tristian sighed. "Because he looks like Nicoli…" Trisian said frowning as he felt himself gettig sentimental and insantly hate gre. He growled kicked the kid in the ribs. "Wake up!"

Arra gasped quietly, sitting up rather quickly. His arms were around his ribs, shaking a bit. Of course, he knew he looked a little strange...after all, periwinkle locks and golden eyes were not common attributes...

Those eyes, much like those of a baby eagle, looked up slowly, innocently meeting the older man's eyes. He was a naturally friendly, but shy young man...but, he didn't take well to adults, and families only unnerved him. One of the horses nearby snorted loudly and made him jump a bit, showcasing his timid nature.

"...Why'ya have to gag me?" His voice was soft, frightened, and his eyes flickered to the ground. "I don't have anyone in this place...who would I call for...?" He could understand being tied up, so he wasn't even going to bother questioning that. His shoulders were up to his chin.

Tristian was caught off guard for a second by his looks. They were starange all right. He wondered how his hair was like that for a moment but quickly glared at him,"My own enjoyment...don't ask question's or your tongue'll be next ya'hear?" He said angrily cracking his knuckles for emphasis.

Arra didn't say anything more, instead, he stared at the ground and looked rather forlorn. Once again, as one of the horses whinnied loudly, he jumped, nearly toppling over. The horse seemed to sneer at him, possibly knowing of his cowardice.

Tristian laughed darkly, "Don't like horse do ya?" He asked smirking not really wanting an answer. Grinning as Ratchet returned tossing Tristian the ropes. Tristian caught them easily quickly bending down to tie Arra's arms behind his back using the rest to gag him.

Arra grumbled. "They move closer to me when they already now I don't like them..." His voice was barely a mutter. "They're evil..." He managed to get that much out until his mouth was blocked.

"Oh...well tough luck kid....we love horses so you'll just have to get over it..." He smirked easily lift Arra and carried him out, "Burn it down Ratchet..." He said smirking.

Arra was obviously uncomfortable, but he only looked that way, at this point, because he was gagged. He was terrified out of his mind, of course, seeing as he didn't know them too well and was unaware of their intentions. But, he was calmer now that they decided not to kill him.

Sighing as Trisitan and Ratchet went back to the rest of the his men who were all happily drinking around a small fire. "Men!" Tristian said commanding their attention with ease, "We have a permanent or...quite temporary guest with us...treat him as you will...but lets not rough him up too much...the horses can do that themselves..." He said with a dark laugh which the others joined in on. "Drink well and have fun boys tomorrow were making our gettaway back to the ole Hidaway..." He said as his men cheered and went on drinking.

Tristian smiled at them carrying Arra to the caravan they stored all their loot in dropping him on the floor. He quickly cut the gag looking at him thinking, "You'd do well not to talk to the others...they may be nicer than me but their not...each one had a bone to pick...and your currently the safest punching bag..." He smirked turning away as he found a liquor flask.

Arra wiggled around until he was back up into a sitting position. "...Ah..." He suddenly realized something, and he looked around, quite worriedly. "Credence..." Credence was his stuffed blue bunny. He always had Credence with him, but he hadn't wanted to take her in the barn, so he had set her somewhere in the grounds. Credence was the only remaining...artifact, for lack of a better word, of his past. He had been found with the stuffed animal and always kept it with him.

"...Credence...my stuffed bunny..." He looked around, then up at the farm, where the house and barn were burning. Thankfully, nothing else around it had caught fire. "Can I go get my stuffed bunny? I can't leave without her..." He sounded like a child who'd just lost his mother in New York City.

"You want me to let you go get your bunny..." He asked looking at him incredulously, almost at if he couldn't even process the idea, "A stuffed bunny...." Tristian stared at him for a long while.