<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Wes let a hearty chuckle escape him as she finally decided to trust him with her bag, tossing it over his free shoulder and giving a bit of a wink to her comment. <i>"One of a kind, my dear. One way to keep ya on your toes, right?" </i>With that leading her along as they marched their way deeper into the wilderness. He had an almost photographic memory of the path back to his vehicle, from small rotted out logs to even different patterns on the tree branches he didn't stray far from the path once, eyes kept locked forward in focus, turning only occasionally to make sure she hadn't fallen behind or require assistance to maneuver around an obstacle before they made it to the tarped vehicle. Giving a grin as he pulled it off and tapping the hood a few times, greeting it like an old friend.<br/>
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<i>"Not much but the ol' girls still got a lot of life left in her." </i>Giving a nod over to Ava still carrying that carefree smile on his lips as he opened the back door and began to place his rifle and her bag neatly on the seat. In a moment however that smile was wiped completely off his face as he glanced upwards, and froze. It was only for a fleeting moment, but it was at least enough to be taken notice of as he stared ahead to the empty seat across from him, brow furrowed in worry and the color flushed from his face, as if he had seen a ghost. Which, he very well did, there she sat in a simple black skirt and tank top, red hair flowing softly over her shoulders and warm green eyes looking directly into Wes's. Painted lips curved in a soft smile, a thin gold necklace gracing her neck with her birthstone decorating it and resting on her chest. She was only there for a fleeting moment but he was sure he could count each freckle on her cheeks and nose if he really wanted to, every little detail just as perfect as the last time he had seen her. And just as he blinked and shook his head she had disappeared, only leaving the memory of her perfume wafting in front of his nose before Wes shook a bit, exhaling slowly and moved his hands over his face to clear the cold sweat that accumulated on his brow.<br/>
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He tried to play it off as if he was swatting away a bothersome mosquito or other critter, quickly glancing over to Ava and making sure she hadn't seen his moment of distraction before clearing his throat, shutting the back door and hopping into the drivers seat. The Truck was simple, the inside kept organized and clean, various maps tucked under the center console along with various sticky notes organized nicely on the dashboard. The necklace from his illusion hanging off the rear view mirror along with an old battered rosary that was well worn from passage of time. Wes gave them a glance for a moment before he turned the keys still waiting in the ignition and began to drive away, soon finding the road and taking them away from shifter territory.<br/>
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The entire trip was spent in silence, save for the occasional song playing low on the radio. For the most part Wes's entire demeanor had completely changed once again, eyes focused on the road and that smirk nowhere to be found, tight grip bring kept on the steering wheel and his body had tensed up as he tried to shake <b>her </b>from his mind. It was an unfortunate side effect of the isolation, and keeping everything locked away deep inside of him instead of properly dealing with them. She had begun to show up to him more and more recently, no longer confined to just his dreams. It made him extremely uneasy, aware of his slowly deteriorating mental state. However it seemed The Woman that now sat in the passenger seat would provide a perfect welcome distraction from these troubling thoughts. At least for a little while.<br/>
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As they walked in the smell of a home cooked meal instantly hit The Hunter, at least tugging that smile a bit back onto his face as he sat down slowly and let his head lean back, eyes closed and letting himself relax, for the moment ignoring the coffee as he attempted to gather himself, readying himself for both the meal and the barrage of questions that were about to be thrown his way. And just like that, on cue, they began. At least she had the decency to ask something simple and straight forward as her opener, which he was secretly grateful for. Wes stretched for a moment, loud cracks and pops resonating from various points of his body before he turned his neck to each side, producing the same results before he let himself lean forward, elbows on the table and his chin supported by his knuckles as he focused his Attention on Ava.<br/>
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<i>"Not sure of his true name but he at least refers to himself as Dresden. Real fuckin' character that one...his followers sometimes refer to him as Donn, like the Celtic God of Death." </i>He gave a smirk at this and a bit of a scoff, thinking about it. It certainly suited The Bastard but he strongly doubted a God of Death would be wasting his time in Louisiana. <i>"Can't tell you an exact number but he's definitely been active for a good while, enough that he's got a fanatical following around him. Has the whole House of The Rising Sun thing going on." </i>He supposed it made a bit of sense, The House of Donn being where the dead gathered before their final journey or to be reincarnated. And they all had certainly been reincarnated when they had been turned into these Blood Suckers that now spread across the territory like a bad disease. "<i>He doesn't show up much, keeps himself secluded in whatever little pit he calls home....which is why it was incredible he was supposed to show up tonight." </i>He cast a glare in her direction, it was obvious she already knew he wasn't pleased, but with that laid back attitude gone he couldn't hide his obvious displeasure behind a joke and a smile anymore.<br/>
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<i>"Suppose you have a point though...Could have easily just been a lie. Hell I never got a chance to see if he was actually in the car or not. Guess that's what I get for taking a blood suckers dying word to heart." </i>It frustrated him to no end but it was all in the past now, nothing to be done. <br/>
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<i>"Doesn't matter I guess. Even if he wasn't there that Shifter at least said a girl was supposed to be with them, guess that's as good a start to your search as any. Car was a Black Chrysler 300. Blacked out windows, only caught the first 3 letters of the License plate, DGM"  </i>With that he brought his elbows off the table and poured himself a cup of pure black coffee, hardly giving it time to cool off before taking a sip, savoring the bitterness. "<i>Writing any of this down?"</i></span>​</div>