12-24-2015, 07:28 AM
"You mean you've never heard of them? Never knew it was an inside thing." How much should he tell the man? Despite his strange set of emotions he hoped went away, he was not too keen on just letting him know something that was apparently secret. "They're Hunters, but worse in the sense that they're not exactly normal. If a Hunter goes missing for too long, they'll show up. They don't rely on things like a truck or a phone. They rely on this" he pointed at his tattoo.
"I used to hunt buck and ducks. Alligators on certain occasions when it was the season for it and if they grew to a certain size that seemed hazardous to others. Either way, I never just killed them. I preferred using a tranq on the frets and just let them back out. My father however liked to enjoy cooking them every once in a while."
"I used to hunt buck and ducks. Alligators on certain occasions when it was the season for it and if they grew to a certain size that seemed hazardous to others. Either way, I never just killed them. I preferred using a tranq on the frets and just let them back out. My father however liked to enjoy cooking them every once in a while."