Nothin' like a hunt in the city.
Jun. 19th, 2010 02:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gun_or_horseThe hunt should have been easy enough, after all he was going to go deal with a werewolf he had heard about in New York. Which was why he was currently in a parking garage, in the back seat of the truck with the seat flipped up pulling out a silver knife, and a colt revolver as well as a the .45. Of course he had the papers to carry them; it was something that he and his sister had made sure to try to do things a little more legally than most hunters.
The only thing that he did legally lately it seemed. The weapons safely tucked away he rummaged through his gear a moment longer finding a small medicine bag. This slipped over his head and was tucked inside his shirt. Cass had spent a little too much time trying to learn peaceful ways to stop the things they hunted, trying to ease them into a society that didn’t really understand them, with Dad and his uncle gone, only thing he could do was hunt. Take his frustrations on things dangerous to the ignorant masses.
Slipping the keys into his pocket after beeping the truck’s doors he started for the elevator. Hunting in New York would be a little tricky, wouldn’t be the first hunt in a huge city. There had been the nest of fire salamanders in L.A. a few months back, and Black Dogs in Detroit, that had been fun, since their den had been an old car factory.
“Well come on town, let’s see what you have for me.” He pulled his half fingered gloves on hitting the button to get him to street level.
The only thing that he did legally lately it seemed. The weapons safely tucked away he rummaged through his gear a moment longer finding a small medicine bag. This slipped over his head and was tucked inside his shirt. Cass had spent a little too much time trying to learn peaceful ways to stop the things they hunted, trying to ease them into a society that didn’t really understand them, with Dad and his uncle gone, only thing he could do was hunt. Take his frustrations on things dangerous to the ignorant masses.
Slipping the keys into his pocket after beeping the truck’s doors he started for the elevator. Hunting in New York would be a little tricky, wouldn’t be the first hunt in a huge city. There had been the nest of fire salamanders in L.A. a few months back, and Black Dogs in Detroit, that had been fun, since their den had been an old car factory.
“Well come on town, let’s see what you have for me.” He pulled his half fingered gloves on hitting the button to get him to street level.
