12-17-2015, 10:07 PM
Synopsis: An amateur hunter has accomplished a task that most hunters did not: ridding the mundane world of a particular supernatural shapeshifting species. At least, he drove them on the verge of extinction. On his travels, he finds himself stopping at a bar in the mountains, where things get a bit heated for him.
Scott was driving his truck up the road for the winter alone. Normally, the male would have probably spent a time like this with the family, but they were responsible in a way. If they had not desired him to be a bit like his older siblings, the 25-year old would have listened. That was why he had the desire to always prove himself, but no more of that. The male would continue his little streak he earned over the past year by perhaps driving the last of its kind off the face of the earth. That was something none of them and the clan accomplished.
His pick up truck came to a halt in the Canadian mountains. He was not in an immediate rush, so he could take a slight break at this bar that his blue-green eyes came across. He hopped out the truck, adjusting a red beanie over his brown hair before stepping out. He never saw the place before, but he had never been that far in the mountains either. Judging by the cars piling up however, it had to be a popular place for truckers and other travelers. Fortunately for him, he grew his beard out during the winter which hid his youthful appearance away. That spared him a lot of trouble at times when getting into places and most assumed him to be under 21.
The male began to head inside, stopping to look at his phone. Seeing several missed calls from his family, he turned the device off and opened the front doors, some weapons hidden under his blue coat just in case trouble would arise. His earrings was even etched with a few surprises as well.
Scott was driving his truck up the road for the winter alone. Normally, the male would have probably spent a time like this with the family, but they were responsible in a way. If they had not desired him to be a bit like his older siblings, the 25-year old would have listened. That was why he had the desire to always prove himself, but no more of that. The male would continue his little streak he earned over the past year by perhaps driving the last of its kind off the face of the earth. That was something none of them and the clan accomplished.
His pick up truck came to a halt in the Canadian mountains. He was not in an immediate rush, so he could take a slight break at this bar that his blue-green eyes came across. He hopped out the truck, adjusting a red beanie over his brown hair before stepping out. He never saw the place before, but he had never been that far in the mountains either. Judging by the cars piling up however, it had to be a popular place for truckers and other travelers. Fortunately for him, he grew his beard out during the winter which hid his youthful appearance away. That spared him a lot of trouble at times when getting into places and most assumed him to be under 21.
The male began to head inside, stopping to look at his phone. Seeing several missed calls from his family, he turned the device off and opened the front doors, some weapons hidden under his blue coat just in case trouble would arise. His earrings was even etched with a few surprises as well.