Light of May ::: an original roleplay

For a Fable solo in progress

For threesome group scene!!

For solo!!

For possible solo!

Who: Carter.
Where: The Budget Lodge; Carter’s room.
When: Very early morning, just after midnight.

Over the course of his life, in all the time he had been a hunter, Carter had experienced pain of varying degrees. As a teenager he had almost been blinded. Before his twenty-first birthday he had almost had his throat torn open. Less than a year later a steel pipe had punched clean through his leg and pinned him to the ground. Only four years ago he had had his back slashed so viciously it was a miracle there had been no nerve damage. Bennetts were hardy, they got knocked down time and time again only to pick themselves up, bloody and battered, and keep on fighting. Carter was no exception. Time and time again he had been beaten and bloodied and broken in one way or another and he was still fighting. Still drawing breath and putting one foot in front of the other, loading his guns and making sure his blades were sharp so he could continue his family’s work.

That didn’t mean he was immune to pain, that he didn’t feel it as any mortal would. He did. For all their strength and endurance the Bennetts were just human at the end of the day and Carter had the scars from all of those close calls as all of his siblings and cousins and aunts and uncles did. Or had, more accurately in many cases. Edward Bennett had borne them until the day he had drawn his final breath. Even Rebecca, one of the most respected of their old and prolific line, had suffered terribly over the course of her life. She wore her scars proudly, without shame, as her last surviving son did. She had taught him well.

It was Rebecca who had taught him, more than Edward, how to tend to his own wounds. Hospitals asked questions, they worked with the police and launched investigations and none of them could afford that. Hunting had always been something of a grey area but after the Light of May it was illegal, without question, now that people knew about supernaturals they were outraged by the idea that there were men and women out there who made it their life’s work to hunt and kill the creatures who had finally stepped from the shadows into the light. It didn’t matter to those ignorant masses that the supernaturals the Bennetts specialised in hunting really were monsters, that they took joy in harming others, that nothing pleased them more than to traumatise, torture, and slaughter innocents. More members of his family than he could count had lost their lives to all kinds of vampires and demons over the years they had been taking up arms against the supernatural. More would continue to fall over the years that lay ahead, maybe even Carter himself. ( Not many Bennetts lived long enough to retire, as his mother had. )

Who: Lilith
When: Towards midnight
Where: Outside SOHS

( She had been telling herself that for a while. )