
The city streets of Kansas are alight of cars, neon lights, streetlights, and the moon shining over the beautiful state of Missouri at its umbra dusk setting. One man stands alone a top of an abandoned tall, mini skyscraper that did hold the rather famous Jane's Esquire; a rather fancy restaurant where the rich and famous people nearly all over the world came to eat mainly classic french with an American spin... Kaidan Tidals remembered eating here when he was a child, being with his father and mom. A memory that he always cherished, even in the darkest of days. Now, they're both gone and he grew up to become the Hunter of this city, even though the law has a love hate relationship of him and his rather... honest methods.
He starts to shake his head to not fade back into memory lane as the hunter closed his eyes as he starts to focus on drowning out the city and the world from his senses. He lets out a puff of air, as he hones his sense of hearing. A minute passes, nothing. Two minutes come by; silence. When it was nearly a half hour, he picks up something a couple of miles away. The silver fox hears police sirens and a getaway van of a sort with audible rounds of an assault rifle: classic robbery. When he opens his eyes, the world comes back to to him as the sound of cars, talking fursons and pets began to resume.
With a groaning stretch, he stands, making sure his arms and fingers won't tense up. He starts to tie his orange hair in a mid to low ponytail and his black domino mask. Now, he is Fang Hunter. Vigilante and one of the protectors of Kansas at night. He picks up his bow and quiver, he knocks an arrow and begins to pull back on the string, huffing to completely calm himself as he starts to hear the siren get louder and closer. The gunfire was getting more and more rowdy by the second. His eyes began to get more serious as he waits for the right timing to make sure the van stops dead in its tracks.
"Time for the Hunt to begin." He says, as the fox lets the arrow loose.
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Fang Hunter belongs to me
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He starts to shake his head to not fade back into memory lane as the hunter closed his eyes as he starts to focus on drowning out the city and the world from his senses. He lets out a puff of air, as he hones his sense of hearing. A minute passes, nothing. Two minutes come by; silence. When it was nearly a half hour, he picks up something a couple of miles away. The silver fox hears police sirens and a getaway van of a sort with audible rounds of an assault rifle: classic robbery. When he opens his eyes, the world comes back to to him as the sound of cars, talking fursons and pets began to resume.
With a groaning stretch, he stands, making sure his arms and fingers won't tense up. He starts to tie his orange hair in a mid to low ponytail and his black domino mask. Now, he is Fang Hunter. Vigilante and one of the protectors of Kansas at night. He picks up his bow and quiver, he knocks an arrow and begins to pull back on the string, huffing to completely calm himself as he starts to hear the siren get louder and closer. The gunfire was getting more and more rowdy by the second. His eyes began to get more serious as he waits for the right timing to make sure the van stops dead in its tracks.
"Time for the Hunt to begin." He says, as the fox lets the arrow loose.
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Fang Hunter belongs to me
Art is done by

BoS and Colmaton Universe belongs to


Category All / All
Species Vulpine (Other)
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