[ So, Beacon Hills? The name alone would've done it, even if it hadn't been for the obvious and reoccuring signs of werewolves in the area. Commonly, there's a story to names like that. Especially if they're nowhere near larger bodies of water, or have any structure in them that might have ever served as a beacon for human eyes.
Naturally, in combination it definitely bears looking into. And unless anyone needs him anywhere (he's made a point of getting a phone so that in this fine century his siblings can actually reach him) he's got no reason not to investigate. ...anything to take his mind off Mystic Falls.
He's got a car rented purely for appearances' sake, and a hotel room, but there's something to be said for travelling light. After an evening of looking around the town, a day of scoping out rumors, he's now looking around the outskirts of town when the gunshots draw him out.
They're a little ways off, but not hard to locate at all. He's gone in a blur until there's blood in the air - and it isn't human blood either. Yes, this is going to get interesting. ]
[ Only one mile into town and already she's getting a piece of the action. There's no place like home. Maybe most people would be completely put off by being attacked by a big bad Alpha wolf when stopping by to "visit family." Not Kate Argent. Nope. She couldn't be a happier camper right now.
She's already wounded the beast with her shotgun and is getting ready for another clear shot when... oh. There's another. A smaller wolf. It seems to be tracking the other. The aggressive movement definitely doesn't read as pack mate. Still. A wolf's a wolf and all rabid dogs need to be put down.
Kate moves to her trunk, whipping out her sniper rifle which is already locked and loaded with the Monkshood bullets. She barely takes time aiming. She's done this a thousand times before. She pulls the trigger, successfully wounding her target. She doesn't even need to fire a killing shot. He'll be dead in 48 hours regardless. The beast howls and disappears behind a building.
She cracks a cocky smirk and lowers the weapon. ]
Enjoy the next two days, puppy. They'll be your last.
[ She casually mutters, glancing down at her phone. She should probably call Chris at this point. Fill him in on the good news and... possibly give her a lift. ]
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Naturally, in combination it definitely bears looking into. And unless anyone needs him anywhere (he's made a point of getting a phone so that in this fine century his siblings can actually reach him) he's got no reason not to investigate. ...anything to take his mind off Mystic Falls.
He's got a car rented purely for appearances' sake, and a hotel room, but there's something to be said for travelling light. After an evening of looking around the town, a day of scoping out rumors, he's now looking around the outskirts of town when the gunshots draw him out.
They're a little ways off, but not hard to locate at all. He's gone in a blur until there's blood in the air - and it isn't human blood either. Yes, this is going to get interesting. ]
AT LONG LAST
She's already wounded the beast with her shotgun and is getting ready for another clear shot when... oh. There's another. A smaller wolf. It seems to be tracking the other. The aggressive movement definitely doesn't read as pack mate. Still. A wolf's a wolf and all rabid dogs need to be put down.
Kate moves to her trunk, whipping out her sniper rifle which is already locked and loaded with the Monkshood bullets. She barely takes time aiming. She's done this a thousand times before. She pulls the trigger, successfully wounding her target. She doesn't even need to fire a killing shot. He'll be dead in 48 hours regardless. The beast howls and disappears behind a building.
She cracks a cocky smirk and lowers the weapon. ]
Enjoy the next two days, puppy. They'll be your last.
[ She casually mutters, glancing down at her phone. She should probably call Chris at this point. Fill him in on the good news and... possibly give her a lift. ]