Post by REED FINLEY on Sept 20, 2015 17:33:12 GMT -5
Knock me out, knock me out
Saying that I want more, this is what I live for
If it's one thing Reed enjoys, it's the outdoors. Whenever he's in a city, it's all constant stimulation and the need to make other people's lives miserable. Being out in the forests he grew up in is, admittedly, quite the refresher. He's smart enough to stay under the radar of the Cassidys--he's learned it's best not to fuck with them. So after skulking his way around the side of the mountain, taking care of the border of the Unseelie, he has finally cozied himself in a little niche in the forest.
Admittedly, though, Reed hasn't completely kept himself out of trouble these past few days. Once or twice he's over-hunted and gotten yelled at for it by some wolven park rangers. Which is why he's moved campsites again and plastered mud all over his body to temporarily mask his scent. He sits on a tree stump now, head cocked to the side and listening to some idiot humans setting up a campsite a few yards away. He raises a bloodied deer leg to his sharpened teeth and eats his meal while deciding whether or not he wants to drive the annoying children out of his neck of the woods.
The only thing that has him hesitant is that he overheard one of them boasting about a gun earlier. Reed's not too keen on guns, that much is true. But it's not in his nature to let something like selective paranoia stop him from having a good time. He swipes his tongue over his bloodied teeth and drops the unfinished meal on the forest floor. Disrespectful, his mother would have chided, but he doesn't give a shit.
"Alright, kittens. Here comes the Big Bad Wolf," he mutters under his breath.
Admittedly, though, Reed hasn't completely kept himself out of trouble these past few days. Once or twice he's over-hunted and gotten yelled at for it by some wolven park rangers. Which is why he's moved campsites again and plastered mud all over his body to temporarily mask his scent. He sits on a tree stump now, head cocked to the side and listening to some idiot humans setting up a campsite a few yards away. He raises a bloodied deer leg to his sharpened teeth and eats his meal while deciding whether or not he wants to drive the annoying children out of his neck of the woods.
The only thing that has him hesitant is that he overheard one of them boasting about a gun earlier. Reed's not too keen on guns, that much is true. But it's not in his nature to let something like selective paranoia stop him from having a good time. He swipes his tongue over his bloodied teeth and drops the unfinished meal on the forest floor. Disrespectful, his mother would have chided, but he doesn't give a shit.
"Alright, kittens. Here comes the Big Bad Wolf," he mutters under his breath.
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