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RE Me and Grinning - Werewolves aren't all the same Of course we won't pay you for the elimination of the Vampires.. This wasnt a contract.. You -decided- to help that family out. That was your choice.. Avalen thought to himself, making a grimace of displeasure, as he slowly walked through the fallen leaves. His focus was elsewhere, however, gently cleaning the primitive, two barreled shotgun in his hands. Noo, you can keep whatever you can find on the Vampires person, but youll get nothing more... What am I? A common thief? A scoundrel? A bloody.. Fortune hunter? He complained, now silently murmuring his disconcern, rather than thinking it. His hands got more frantic with the gun, as her cocked it, to clean the inside of the handle, eyeing it up and down with frustration in his eyes. By right, I shouldve taken every last of their pennies.. Silver bullets aint cheap.. And its not like your guarantied to hit, or anything One of the filthy things almost bloody bit me, and what is the thanks? A cold, cheap, nothi His complaints were cut off, by the loud explosion inside the gun, unleashing bullets into the ground, not far from his foot. He gasped in surprise, as he took a step back, pinching his eyes shut. He instantly calmed himself down, realizing hed just wasted two valuable slugs of silver bullets, -and- lost a foot in the process. His breathing calmed down, as he gazed back down at the gun, shaking his head at himself. He obviously never cleaned his gun, while it was loaded, but this time, his economical crisis, and frustrations, had got him careless. At least, he was some distance away from any known Werewolf, or Vampire territories, so he didnt expect any danger from that. And, usually, most Werewolf ran off at the sound of gunfire. But when he heard a desperate howl, not so long away, his eyes instantly shot in that direction. His hands began reloading the shotgun, as his feet carried him towards the origin of the howl. He knew exactly what that howl meant. It was a call for help. A howl hed heard many times before, which usually meant more Wolves would be coming down on him. Pulling up his mask, he hid the lower part of his face, keeping his identity hidden. It was common advice among Hunters, to do this. This way, the beast they hunted wouldnt know of their identity, should they escape, and wouldnt be able to seek them down in their human form. Of course, Avalen couldnt be sure, this was actually a Werewolf. However, another good advice would be, that you could never be too sure. As Avalen slowly walked into vision of the Wolf, he kept his intimidating gun pointed towards the wounded creature. The Wolf was just slightly larger than a large dog, which could both be a small Werewolf, and a big normal Wolf. But gazing into the creatures eyes, he was fairly certain it was a Werewolf. He trusted his gut, as usual. Either way, he saw no reason not to put it out of its misery. He aimed the weapon more precisely, as chaos arose in his head. This didnt quite feel right. This -wasnt- right. The creature was in pain, and might as well be begging for death. Avalen groaned slightly, and against his better judgement, he spoke. Give me.. A reason.. Please. Give me a reason to shoot you.. To finish you off. Or give me.. Some sign, that you want to live, and might actually survive that wound, on your own.. He demanded. There was no way, that he was going to actually bandage the wound..