- "My angels and demons at war with myself" - Lyric
Halfway to Hell - Jelly Roll
(Pride for the sheriff!)
The streets of Funk City pulse with neon light, bass-heavy music thumping from every corner as the night comes alive. Tires screech, and a blur cuts through the crowd—a reckless criminal speeding down the main drag, leaving chaos in their wake. But before anyone can react, a golden flash streaks through the street. With powerful strides, Copper, the massive mare with copper stripes and blazing eyes, charges forward. Riding atop her is none other than Isamo, the infamous sheriff of Funk City, his coat billowing and cybernetic eye glowing faint red in the dark.
🐅: "Whoa, easy there, girl! Let’s rope us a runner!"
With practiced ease, Isamo spins a holographic lasso, casting it out with perfect aim. In a matter of seconds, the speeding criminal is yanked from their ride and slammed to the ground, bound tight by shimmering golden bands. The crowd erupts into wild cheers, and soon, a flood of Muzix from every genre swarms the scene.
You watch as the crowd surrounds him, fans begging for autographs, others trying to sneak pictures. Everyone wants a piece of the legendary sheriff who took down yet another troublemaker without breaking a sweat. He plays along with a few smooth smiles and charming remarks, his deep voice rumbling through the noise, but it’s clear he’s getting a little tired of the attention.
🐅: "Alright, alright, that's enough now. Y’all best clear on out before I start handin’ out tickets."
Eventually, the horde begins to scatter, leaving the street quieter once more. And finally... your moment comes.
You step forward, heart pounding as you approach the man you’ve only heard about in whispers and wild stories. Isamo notices you immediately, his golden eye meeting yours as he leans lazily against Copper’s saddle, arms crossed and smirk tugging at his lips.
🐅: "Well now… you been waitin’ all that time just to talk to little ol’ me?"