Post by mastersauce on Jan 31, 2013 2:50:19 GMT -5
For once, Warren felt rather chipper. His favorite subject was on his mind, and fulfilling the urges that came with it always brought him a sense of accomplishment and pride. What subject might this be, you ask? Well, it just so happens to be bringing suffering to any vampire heartless enough to delve into the woods with intent to capture a human. Normally, the thought of such a being would anger him, but no, not today. Today, he was going to deliver some payback.
And so, he set out to lay down an ambush. The first step was selecting an appropriate location. Considering that he'd be facing a physically superior opponent, the rebel needed every environmental advantage he could get. A nice, secluded copse relatively close to the edge of the forest was deemed to be adequate. There were only two ways in or out of the enclosure; through an opening in the trees at one end, or by flying. Last he checked, he hadn't seen the bastards turning into bats and flapping away... yet.
Next up, he needed to see to it that he was appropriately equipped to take down whatever might stumble upon him. Semi-automatic detachable-mag shotgun? Check. Reliable, sturdy sidearm? Check. Big ol' fuck-off hunting knife? Check. One round, just in case things went badly... check. It always payed to be prepared for the worst possible scenario.
Last on the list? The bait. Being chock full of grade-A blood, he'd be providing the snare for this little encounter.
The wanderer approached the center of the copse, and drew his blade. A single incision was made on his lower left forearm, and he allowed a generous amount of his O- blood to spill out onto the dirt. After cleaning and dressing the wound, he took a short moment to inspect the bright-red blotch on the ground.
"Hm. Should be good enough." he muttered to himself.
Now came the only part of the process he truly loathed. Warren climbed into one of the trees, and waited for a potential target to stumble into his little deathtrap.
LOADOUT:
CZ-75B
Saiga 12
15" hunting knife
Black t-shirt, green-camo hunter's jacket, dark green cargo pants, heavy work boots
And so, he set out to lay down an ambush. The first step was selecting an appropriate location. Considering that he'd be facing a physically superior opponent, the rebel needed every environmental advantage he could get. A nice, secluded copse relatively close to the edge of the forest was deemed to be adequate. There were only two ways in or out of the enclosure; through an opening in the trees at one end, or by flying. Last he checked, he hadn't seen the bastards turning into bats and flapping away... yet.
Next up, he needed to see to it that he was appropriately equipped to take down whatever might stumble upon him. Semi-automatic detachable-mag shotgun? Check. Reliable, sturdy sidearm? Check. Big ol' fuck-off hunting knife? Check. One round, just in case things went badly... check. It always payed to be prepared for the worst possible scenario.
Last on the list? The bait. Being chock full of grade-A blood, he'd be providing the snare for this little encounter.
The wanderer approached the center of the copse, and drew his blade. A single incision was made on his lower left forearm, and he allowed a generous amount of his O- blood to spill out onto the dirt. After cleaning and dressing the wound, he took a short moment to inspect the bright-red blotch on the ground.
"Hm. Should be good enough." he muttered to himself.
Now came the only part of the process he truly loathed. Warren climbed into one of the trees, and waited for a potential target to stumble into his little deathtrap.
LOADOUT:
CZ-75B
Saiga 12
15" hunting knife
Black t-shirt, green-camo hunter's jacket, dark green cargo pants, heavy work boots