04-15-2022, 11:27 PM
It was no surprise that Blackjack Venturo was a nocturnal creature, working among shadows cast by cool moonlight and retiring as the sun rose. There were exceptions to be made to his schedule, particularly for any matters pertaining to the Pitt, but for the most part, he chose to work and live in darkness, a befitting trait of an individualistic person.
His back strained from the weight of the beast upon it: a cheetah that had met her fate by his powerful hands as per a contract. What was his reward? What was their name? Things were getting to the point that he could hardly remember the details of the tasks assigned to him in the first place — only the face and a potential location was required, and then he would be off on his next hunt.
He found himself at the Crimson Nile tonight, the blood red waters turning to a nearly dark blue color in the black night, with only the moon's light to offer guidance. The jaguar extended a bloodstained paw into the Crimson Nile, his paw painted with even more crimson as he pulled it out. He had yet to make use of the river as a means of getting rid of a body, but perhaps now would be a good opportunity. Sliding the spotted feline's limp corpse off from his back, he began to push it into the river unceremoniously, thinking of the carnivorous aquatic wildlife that could make better use of it while simultaneously disposing of evidence of the bounty. He watched the body float down and felt nothing at all.
Why he took it upon himself to stay in this line of work, he had no goddamn clue.
[member=16195]Kold[/member]
His back strained from the weight of the beast upon it: a cheetah that had met her fate by his powerful hands as per a contract. What was his reward? What was their name? Things were getting to the point that he could hardly remember the details of the tasks assigned to him in the first place — only the face and a potential location was required, and then he would be off on his next hunt.
He found himself at the Crimson Nile tonight, the blood red waters turning to a nearly dark blue color in the black night, with only the moon's light to offer guidance. The jaguar extended a bloodstained paw into the Crimson Nile, his paw painted with even more crimson as he pulled it out. He had yet to make use of the river as a means of getting rid of a body, but perhaps now would be a good opportunity. Sliding the spotted feline's limp corpse off from his back, he began to push it into the river unceremoniously, thinking of the carnivorous aquatic wildlife that could make better use of it while simultaneously disposing of evidence of the bounty. He watched the body float down and felt nothing at all.
Why he took it upon himself to stay in this line of work, he had no goddamn clue.
[member=16195]Kold[/member]
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