Post by bloodhunter on Feb 16, 2013 3:21:14 GMT -5
The polluted streets of Zaun, infamous for the crimes that occur daily, and even more for the scientific horrors that the local chemists occasionally perform. In the shady street alleys of Zaun lie some of Valoran's most hideous, corrupted individuals, but in one particular alley, a large 3-storey estate blocks the view of some of Zaun's skyscrapers. Here lies the Hunter's Den, home of Warwick - Part man, part wolf, equal parts bloodthirsty hunter.
Warwick was in his private chambers, taking a short rest. It has been a while since anybody set up a hunting contract with him. He has already been tracking Talon for weeks, using information some of his servants find, but apart from that, this was all he could do.
"Isn't there anyone who wants me to KILL anybody? I haven't caught the scent of blood in weeks!"
Warwick cried out to the ceiling above him, as he lay on the on the dilapidated crimson red duvan in the middle of the room. He got up, and started to walk towards to the door. He passed down the long, quiet corridors of his house. He descended down the creaking stairs, and into the main hall, landing on the furred red carpet.
"SVEN! What are we having for dinner tonight?
Warwick's manservant immediately ran into the main hall, then standing to attention in front of his master, shaking slightly in fear of the Blood Hunter's presence.
"F-for you sir, we managed to find a fresh l-lamb just for the occasion."
"Occasion? What?"
"I n..noticed that you were bored lately so I t-thought that fresh living things m-might cheer you up...?"
"Ah. Very well. Get back to work. Let me rest."
And with that, the small man went away into the kitchen. Warwick started walking towards his library, grabbing a book to read until dinner. It was already quite late, and he was getting hungry. It would be a shame if he decided to go on a rampage out of hunger. Warwick tried to compose himself by reading...
"Zaunite Weekly! Always a delight to read."[/color]
((So anyway, this is just my thread, open RP if you like.))
Warwick was in his private chambers, taking a short rest. It has been a while since anybody set up a hunting contract with him. He has already been tracking Talon for weeks, using information some of his servants find, but apart from that, this was all he could do.
"Isn't there anyone who wants me to KILL anybody? I haven't caught the scent of blood in weeks!"
Warwick cried out to the ceiling above him, as he lay on the on the dilapidated crimson red duvan in the middle of the room. He got up, and started to walk towards to the door. He passed down the long, quiet corridors of his house. He descended down the creaking stairs, and into the main hall, landing on the furred red carpet.
"SVEN! What are we having for dinner tonight?
Warwick's manservant immediately ran into the main hall, then standing to attention in front of his master, shaking slightly in fear of the Blood Hunter's presence.
"F-for you sir, we managed to find a fresh l-lamb just for the occasion."
"Occasion? What?"
"I n..noticed that you were bored lately so I t-thought that fresh living things m-might cheer you up...?"
"Ah. Very well. Get back to work. Let me rest."
And with that, the small man went away into the kitchen. Warwick started walking towards his library, grabbing a book to read until dinner. It was already quite late, and he was getting hungry. It would be a shame if he decided to go on a rampage out of hunger. Warwick tried to compose himself by reading...
"Zaunite Weekly! Always a delight to read."[/color]
((So anyway, this is just my thread, open RP if you like.))