Who: Aaron Hunter & OPEN What: Trying to decide where to go from here... When: Late afternoon Where: In between Were territories, up in a tree and enjoying the view of the school Warning: TBD
Aaron stood on a thick branch high up from the forest floor, watching the pair go at it amid the long grass and flowers like the filthy animals they were. His long dark brown cloak was pressed tightly against his body, the hood drawn and leather face mask in place to help keep his identity a secret from any prying eyes.
Behind the emotionless mask however Aaron gave the pair a sneer and raised his sniper rifle into position, checking the eye piece to make sure the first shot would kill. From the glimpses he had gotten before Aaron was sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were both Werewolves and he felt no guilt at all for putting them out of the general public's misery now.
He was just about to squeeze the trigger when the brunet rolled the blonde beneath him and Aaron caught a glimpse of the blonde man's face...
No, not man, he was still a child!
Yanking the gun up out of position, Aaron let out an aggravated grunt and swore long and hard inside of his own head. He waited a moment to cool down before slinging the gun over his shoulder again and taking out a pair of binoculars, zeroing in on the pair again.
Yes, the blonde was only a child, and a new student of his as well! It went against Aaron's own personal oath to kill a child, even a Were one, and now their bodies were tangled so heavily he doubted he could kill the brunet now either.
Cursing yet again, the Wizard pulled his cloak tighter and vanished into the tree's shadow, giving up on the hunt... for now.
Melting out of the shadows at the base of a large elm, Aaron waved one heavily gloved hand and rose into the air, passing thick branches until he was more than 50 feet in the air and able to view the large school.
The late afternoon air whipped his dark brown cloak back and forth, the silencing spell having worn off by now since he had no need to hide from his prey at the moment. Aaron took off his tight leather mask as well, pocketing it and his gloves in a deep pocket but keeping his hood in place just in case. He let out a breath and surveyed the school, his normally determined and angry expression melting away as he surveyed his beloved students.
Eventually his mind wandered back to his latest hunt where he had discovered one of his students was in fact a monster, one he wouldn't have hesitated to kill had he been a day over 18 if it weren't for the oath he had taken...
Aaron conjured up a compass and held it in his palm, watching the arrow spin back and forth as it tried to lock on to a location. "And no pups his time, please," he murmured to it, staring intently down at the arrow.