"Hey fellas!"
The young earth mare trotted up to the board and ripped off a notice. Looking over the paper top to bottom, she then held it up next to her grin showing off both to her companions.
"I'm f**cking famous."
The wanted poster had done a surprisingly good job at capturing her manic visage, but the illustrator had taken some artistic liberties making her look even more insane, bordering on demonic.
"That's bullshite, that is," old Spotter grumbled, rifle slung over his dull grey feathers, "Decades in this business, and I get no respect from you ponies." He spat on the ground. "No matter how many of you I shoot down."
Loyal simply stuck a tongue out at the grousing griffon. "Aww, is Spot jealous?"
"Shut it, chick, lest I put a bullet in that pretty face of yours and claim your over inflated reward for myself."
The leader of the little gang, Silver Spur, had ignored the bickering and had looked at the number of wanted posters on the board. "I notice," he said, "That Not only is Loyal's reward greater than everypony else's, but that they actually prefer they take her in dead."
"Well, yeah," Loyal scoffed, brushing her wild, black mane out of her sharp blue eyes, "I'm a 'dangerous psychopath', after all." A toothy grin appeared on her features. "And remember our first date, Silver?"
Spur looked down, the pegasus obscuring his face with his wide brimmed hat. "You mean the time when we ended up running from a burning town and an angry mob?"
The dust coloured mare nodded happily. "Our first date. I was brought in to be executed, actually. As we both know, I ended up running off with a cute stallion into the sunset."
Spur hid more of his face with his hat.
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May I request a drawing of a young Loyal in her 'outlaw' phase? I'll answer any question you want to know of her.