Camp Cretaceous: Nature Boy (Brooklynn x OC)

The Solitary Hunter (Prologue Part 2)

A light from the afternoon sun shines onto a young teen. His body is laid out on a tree branch, he's surrounded only by nature. He seems to be bored or even exhausted, but that doesn't stop him from carving a broken piece of a wood. The knife he is using is a Smith & Wesson SW3B Bayonet Knife (correct me on the name if I'm wrong), it's something his uncle gave him for his last birthday.

He set the piece of wood aside and sheathe his knife on his right thigh as he stood up on the branch and balanced himself by placing a hand on the base of the tree.

His hair color was a mix of the tree and sunlight, it looks more light brown without sunlight but still shines gold with some strands of hair, to be exact his hair color is dirty blond. His hair is long, long enough to cover his eyes but not pass the bottom eyelashes, his hair reaches pass his ears and graces the bottom of his neck.

His eyes are just like a lush rainforest, green. He's wearing a dark grey hooded jean jacket. The hood of said jacket seemed to be cut and ripped off and replaced with a shark head hood resembling a Great White Shark (I will draw this in a new chapter sometime soon as well as post a picture of my actual jacket that I will be doing this to—June 2, 2024). His sleeves are always pulled up, revealing some small scars he's gotten from the many animals he's encountered and takes care of, the scars were always accidental.

He wears a white raglan shirt with black long sleeves, in the middle of the shirt is the Jaws movie poster, he also tucks his shirts into his pants. On his jacket is various pins and patches he's attached to it of bands and other media he likes, directly in the middle of his back is a Tiger sharks jaw painted red (so it looks like blood is dripping from its teeth) and in the middle of the jaw is a Orca. His black pants rustle up against each other when he stretches, he wears two belts: the one looped around in the belt loops is his bullet belt and then his 2nd belt is another bullet belt that wraps around his waist but hangs down his right leg, above it is a chain that mirrors it but the chain starts in his pocket, the last piece of his pants is bright red suspenders that hang down the side of his legs and behind him. (Again, I will draw this in a newer chapter—This was typed on June 2, 2024). He wears two studded bracelets, one for each wrist, each with three rows of sharp spike studs.

He wears 14-hole black Doc Martins with blue shoelaces (No it's not lace code, wear whatever color you want), the bottom of his pants are comfortably stuffed into his boots, on each side of his boots he painted blood dripping down from the top of the boot and on the back of the boots he wrote the words "Shark" (left boot) and "Fighter" (right boot) vertically with a light blue, and the bottom of his boots were painted a neon red. He wears fingerless black gloves when he's outdoors or doing work, especially when he's in some of the enclosures.

A female voice calls out to the boy. "Hey, Hunter! Your grandfathers butler is here for you again!" she called out causally, it was a usual occurrence so many of the caretakers already knew it was for Hunter.

The boy, now known as Hunter, jumps down from the tree and heads over to where he is requested. He passes by the many animal enclosures, the animals that notice him try getting his attention with their individual language, he says hi to each one but he wants to get this over with, so he'll give them more attention after.

Hunter looks over at the patient man that is right outside one of the staff buildings, he sighs and gets on with it, better to deal with this now than later.

"What does he want this time?," Hunter asked harshly, but he didn't direct it towards the man in front of him.

"Good to see you too," he says awkwardly, "Your Grandfather wanted me to retrieve you, he has a gift for you, and it is also a gift for your late grandfather," he said, he sounds more like a butler than a friend, doesn't he?