forum Hunter and Prey PART TWO?? (Closed, Stalkers Allowed)

Started November 08, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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"No, what is it?" Virgil drawled, crossing his arms as he studied the man in front of him. "Let me guess… It's a magic canceling collar that only yoi\u can unlock with all your hunter brilliance."

“Oh, far from anything that amazing or technichal,” Corbin said with a shrug. “That on your neck is a grade A shock collar. The kind used to put on K9’s in the military.”

Virgil leaned his head back, yawning as he spoke. "Ah, so I'm a dog now? Not that that would be terrible, dogs are fucking awesome."

“No, you’re too lowly to be a dog,” Corbin scoffed. “This will get you ready for the buyers, and it will keep you behaved,” he said simply before stepping back towards the stairs.

"Buyers…" Virgil muttered, the word bringing him back into his earlier memories of being in an illegal pet shop, his writs and feet chained and a chocker on his neck. A chocker like this one…

Corbin walked up the stairs, and without another word, shut the basement door. He locked the few locks that were on the door before sliding the deabolt into place for good measures. He smiled down at Orion who was sitting near the door. “We did it, Orion. I don’t know if his breed is rare, but it’ll be at least a months pay.”

Virgil was brought back from the horrid memory by thinking of his little brother, he was doing this for Heath and he would get a job to help Heath and Quin. He began to grab at the collar, his hands becoming the shadowy claws of the rare Fearanis Demon.

Orion seemed to tilt his head to question Corbin. He chuckled a bit at that. “Orion, I can barely afford the power bill. Hell, I keep getting calls about when I am going ot pay my bills. I don’t even have much money left to get us food, boy,” he hummed, stroking Orions head. “But don’t worry, I’m going ot take care of us- one way or another until I can find a place that’ll take some washed up veteran.”

"Damn it." Virgil muttered as one of his claws began to crack. He hadn't been able to feed off mortal fears in a while and because of that, his powers were weak.

Corbin smiled at Orion. “Now, how about some dinner, huh?” He asked, and Orion seemed to perk. Some might have thouht it strange for him to have full conversation with his dog. But Orion was a therapy dog, he was supposed to do that.

Virgil's claws disintegrated, leaving behind bloody and torn fingers. Crap! He yelled in his mind, he wanted to be quiet and not get Corbin to come down here.

Corbin walked to the stove and switched it on. He took a few things out of the pantry, humming softly to himself as he began to make dinner for himself.

I has no clue what to do//