Just a wretched thing, wasn't it? Something to make one sick. The hunting law had its practicality - making sure the deer population survived human hunting - but to Alastor, the ban was so much more important than that.
You hunt the strongest, only those that would not be missed.
"I had to wonder, did he have a plan? Did he have himself a hideaway? Was he truly a demon? Or was this a fool underestimating the riverside? I let him get the lead because it was a wet night, and I needn't be right on his tail to keep track. His footprints sloshed deep in the mud and left smears of it on the rocks, over logs... he expected perhaps a footchase, some frantic flashlight from a cop investigating the scream. He must have wagered if he stayed far enough from the water's edge, there was no predator he ought to worry about.
"So naturally, I caught up. Peering from the dense trees that I knew so well - I'd already buried here, after all - and saw a scraggly man still shaking from his adrenaline high and looking around all paranoid, waiting to be pounced on by a vengeful townsfolk.
"Now, granted, I was just a man. No fancy magics working in my favor - my veves were only on a charm for myself tucked deep in my inner vest pocket, and that night I had only brought my spade, not sure if I'd get caught myself for being suspicious out and about at night. So I had a few choices... leave him out and about, taunt him for a game of cat and mouse, or drive him to his doom that very night by making him fear the bayou he was taking for granted."
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You hunt the strongest, only those that would not be missed.
"I had to wonder, did he have a plan? Did he have himself a hideaway? Was he truly a demon? Or was this a fool underestimating the riverside? I let him get the lead because it was a wet night, and I needn't be right on his tail to keep track. His footprints sloshed deep in the mud and left smears of it on the rocks, over logs... he expected perhaps a footchase, some frantic flashlight from a cop investigating the scream. He must have wagered if he stayed far enough from the water's edge, there was no predator he ought to worry about.
"So naturally, I caught up. Peering from the dense trees that I knew so well - I'd already buried here, after all - and saw a scraggly man still shaking from his adrenaline high and looking around all paranoid, waiting to be pounced on by a vengeful townsfolk.
"Now, granted, I was just a man. No fancy magics working in my favor - my veves were only on a charm for myself tucked deep in my inner vest pocket, and that night I had only brought my spade, not sure if I'd get caught myself for being suspicious out and about at night. So I had a few choices... leave him out and about, taunt him for a game of cat and mouse, or drive him to his doom that very night by making him fear the bayou he was taking for granted."