DomG
Supernova
- Joined
- Sep 9, 2010
Bruce was pissed as he made his way back toward the large manor that he called home. He had spent the past two days tracking down a run away bunny girl slave that had run away from the king of a nearby small country. Apparently the lovely young thing had been meant to be a gift to the kings son to celebrate him becoming a man. It had all been a waste of time though, he had caught the girl and sent word to the king. The monarch had been told to show up alone with the money and then would be lead to the slave but instead had tried to use his guards to force Bruce to return the girl to him without payment.
OF course they had learned first hand what made the hunter so good at what he did, being Inu his senses were incredibly sharp and he was strong and fast enough to defeat the clumsy ambush. After killing all of them it had been a simple matter of cleaning off in a nearby stream and then he made his way home, the fact that he was the best at what he did made his services highly desirable and because of this he was quite wealthy.
Making his way into the home he shed the jacket that he had been wearing, annoyed to find some blood was still on it. “Bad news!” He called out as he made his way toward the chambers that he had locked his prey in, his six foot four inch frame packed with a good two hundred and thirty pounds of solid muscle filling the door frame as he entered the room, brushing his shaggy black hair away from his odd grey eyes. “Your former owner decided that he didn't want to pay to get you back, that means that I am going to keep you.”
OF course they had learned first hand what made the hunter so good at what he did, being Inu his senses were incredibly sharp and he was strong and fast enough to defeat the clumsy ambush. After killing all of them it had been a simple matter of cleaning off in a nearby stream and then he made his way home, the fact that he was the best at what he did made his services highly desirable and because of this he was quite wealthy.
Making his way into the home he shed the jacket that he had been wearing, annoyed to find some blood was still on it. “Bad news!” He called out as he made his way toward the chambers that he had locked his prey in, his six foot four inch frame packed with a good two hundred and thirty pounds of solid muscle filling the door frame as he entered the room, brushing his shaggy black hair away from his odd grey eyes. “Your former owner decided that he didn't want to pay to get you back, that means that I am going to keep you.”