<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">The Hunter continued to sit there upon his throne of rotten wood and fresh blood, letting his head tilt a bit curiously as she told her story. It made sense, well, up to the point where she had failed to get permission to come out there in the first place, it was a reason Wes chose to operate alone, no need to wait for someone to sign off on this and that, no paperwork to be filed, no need for permission to kill whoever needed killin'. Though it bothered him deeply that even all that aside, they hadn't shown the same worry for their daughter as her sister, even "adopted" had shown. <i>"Don't suppose there's a <b>reason </b>they're not worried, right? I'm going to be honest with you here. If she's mixed in with this Coven in any kind of way the chances of her being dead already? Well. . . pretty high." </i>He gave her a grim look, and bit at his tongue just thinking about it.<br/>
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But it brought him back to why he had started down this path to begin with. Family was everything to The Hunter, both blood and the ones that found themselves brought into that fold. He didn't need to hear anymore, Wes understood her reasoning for being out there immediately. Even if her fate didn't seem to be very bright, he knew if he was in her shoes he'd be doing the exact same thing. He clicked his tongue a bit, trying to back track a bit on his words, though he meant them <i>"But if she's as spirited as you claim. Maybe she's been holding her own, gals with <b>your </b>resources? I'm sure she put something together." </i>Offering that glimmer of hope to The Fellow Hunter. Though he did make sure to quickly look away from her once she began to question his motives, letting his hands rest over each other and looking around the woods, trying to figure out an "easy" way to...somehow explain why he was so ready to die just to end this one vampires life.<br/>
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It was obvious in his body language that the question bothered something deep inside of him, as if he was fighting it down himself, or trying desperately to suppress it for fear of saying too much. Even now The Hunter felt it clawing away at the black matter of his brain, trying to force its way out to the surface, painful memories struggling to bring their way back to the forefront. <i>"Tale as old as time, yeah?. . . He took <b>everything </b>from me. Simple as that." </i>Giving a bit of a nod, even after she had indulged information for him Wes was stubborn, and it would take a good amount of digging to get him to break and let her know what had actually happened. However as he spoke there was an obvious pained tone in his words, the jokes and laid back demeanor disappeared quickly.<br/>
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Wes sat there for a good moment, that far off look in his eyes as if he was watching something unfold before him that wasn't visible to the other Hunter. Finally he shook himself off and stood, walking over to where his broken hunting bow had been laying, kneeling down and observing it with an annoyed grunt, letting it clatter back into the ground before reached over to the nearby corpse and pulled the arrow out of it, the shine of the silver still visible even under the blood red coat that covered it. <i>"I'll tell ya what. You can ask any questions you want. Promise ill answer them honestly. Long as you pay for a warm meal." </i>As quickly as that laid back attitude had disappeared, it snuck itself back with that little smirk of his as he glanced over to her, letting his hand fall to his empty stomach and giving an exaggerated rub.<br/>
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If there was anything that could help fill the empty void that had opened up in the mans soul over the loss of his opportunity to finally end that blood suckers life, it was a hot meal. <i>"Besides....as far as I know you're out of ammo, and I'm not sure just how many we're gonna carve through if their Alpha comes back and see's what we did to em'." </i>Motioning to the bodies that decorated the ground in front of the rotting house and the few that graced the front porch. </span>