Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.<br/><br/>Viktor yawned atop his dark gelding. Hunting was always such a waste of time. He garnered no enjoyment from it, but it was an excellent opportunity to mingle and keep up his glamour. Viktor stayed close to his brother, following his lead. He was actually quite relieved when Fredrick sent the dogs off. Dogs were loud and obnoxious, and sensed the evil intentions of men all too easily. Kids and dogs. Viktor's world would be a much better place without either of them.<br/><br/>Not many words escaped Viktor's mouth as he sat on his horse. Thinking was more his specialty, scheming and conniving to further his gains. But occasionally even this human snake could find the fun in something mundane, albeit not often.<br/><br/>Viktor kept an eye on Estelle - she was coming along nicely, he thought to himself. A fine protege. He was pleased with her progress with the Dupont boy. His book would be back in its place by tomorrow, and the Duponts would be none the wiser.<br/><br/>