Hunter and Prey PART TWO?? (Closed, Stalkers Allowed)

(Lol, well, anyways. Where should our setting start at?)

(Lol i was just messing around with saying that, he’d like Kelton)

(And Lex, maybe we can just have it random and have Corbin walking to his home at night, and he stubles across Virgil? Corbin usually takes the monsters he catpures alive and keeps them chained down and locked away in his basement until he can sell them, so ig we coud go off that?)

(Alright great. Do you want to start or should I?)

(Yeah, give me a second to type up a starter)

There had been no luck with hunting that night. Not a single creature could be found in the area, or that was as far as Corbin could tell. He usually caught at least one creature every week or every other week, but it had been three and nothing had happened. He had to find something to pay the bills, and he really needed to catch and sell a creature to do so. He sighed as he slung the strap of his rifle over his shoulder adn walked down the empty, terribly lit street. He was dressed in a dark pants, combat boots, a dark shirt, and his Navy Seals jacket. Orion padded along side of him, his tail wagging as he sniffed at the ground.

Corbin sighed as he neared a few old looking buildings. He glanced around, feeling at his concealed carrier- a small pistol- that was stuffed into the waistband of his pants, along with a swiss army knife. He simply couldn’t wait to get home. At the moment, he would kill to get a nice meal with a glass of whiskey, or anything along those lines to try to soothe his nerves and distract him from the ache in his leg.

Corbin could have sworn that he heard a dog bark somewhere in the distance. He didn’t think much of it, really. Orion’s ears perked, though, and the german shepard was more alert, now. He continued walking, lowering his head a bit. He reached around and unloaded his rifle, tucking it away.

Corbin ignored the ache in his leg. He had gotten used to it at that point, the familiar feeling never bothering him too much anymore. Though it would occasionally get a bit more sore if he used it too much. He suspected that’s how it would feel the next morning.

Corbin had grunted sharply and fell to one knee when he was run into. He hissed in pain, feeling it bolt up the back of his left leg. He could easily be identified as a hunter, considering the rifle he had strapped across his back. “It’s fine,” he grumbled, forcing himself to stand as Orion sniffed at him.

Orion’s ears perked at the growling, and he returned the gesture, snarling lowly at the man and his dog. Corbin looked down at Orion, but didn’t try to stop his lagre German Shepard. He was positive that Orion wouldn’t attack without permission. He simply frowned heavily at the other. Something felt wrong. “People shouldn’t be out this late in the night. There are creatures around during this time,” he said slowly.

“Are you new to this Earth or something, sir?” Corbin asked, the rhetorical question a bit sharp. “I’m a hunter, I was heading home for the night,” he answered. It wasn’t uncommon to see hunters around. It wasn’t like this practice was a secret one, the public knew about it.

“Well, there are a decent amount of hunters around here,” Corbin commented. “I suggest that you not walk around like this, you might get shot on accident.”

Corbin was watching the other closely, already suspicious. His jaw clenched though when he noticed the familiar markings. A demon? Those were decently rare, and could pay his insurance and medical bills for a solid three months. “You better be on your way now. Have a nice night,” he said.

Corbin lingered in place for a moment. One the other got a a step or two away, he suddenly had pulled out his small concealed carrier and pistol whipped the other across the back of his head to, hopefully, knock him out.