Hunterprziel - P R Z I E L

by zachschab

Do you wear those sunglasses for fun or are your eyes broke?

As a creature of the night, my eyes are very light sensitive. As long as it's dark I can see great, but sunlight hurts like a &$#@&(. Also, I hate eye contact. Awkward.

Prziel smiles as he plucks one of the S&W 500 rounds from the case. He squeezes the bullet with his superhuman strength and feels the resistance of the otherworldly silver.

"Oh, you get me the greatest stuff. Still silver, but not so soft. This'll work great. And yes, a rogue pack had moved into some vaguely disputed territory. It was an issue for the local packs to keep in check, but some tourists went missing and I've been hired to find out what happened. I've found some of most of them, and I think I may need these. Care to join me? Bound to be blood, teeth, and broken egos. A lot like most of the times you take me out, but probably more hair." His own smile slides into a smirk.

"We've got to stop meeting like this. People will talk."

Summer rolls her red eyes, lightly, smirking at her old friend. "Then they'll talk about the bullets you asked for, and I'll get a bump in business, hm?"

She withdraws a hard case, laying it on her forearm and opening it to reveal the shining contents.

"Full metal jackets, pure Argonite silver. Hunting werewolves, are we?"