So-li-va-gant ~Latin
Someone who wanders or travels the world alone; a solitary adventurer.
Following seasons 1-3 of Supernatural.
Book One of the Solivagant series.
🥇 in bobbysinger 06/04/2020
#16 in teamfreewill 06/04/2020
#16 in angels 09/03...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Hunters Point defiantly isn't the nicest place around. I can kind of understand why the werewolf has made this it's hunting grounds. The harbor on the other side of the suburban city is ghostly and substantial. It's the ideal zone to pick off people one by one and not be heard for miles. Walking around the part of the harbor Dean mentions Sam recognised to have the densest kill zone I can't help but feel very aware of the lunar cycle looming over us. With the full moon still blaring down I flex my grip on my gun, mag filled to the brim with silver bullets.
Hearing a blood-curdling scream Dean and I take off running for the south point. It's a safe bet whoever that is has a werewolf on their ass. Ducking around the corner I'm proven right when I see a dolled up hooker scampering back across the pavement, a man wolfed out and hovering point-blank over her ready to kill. That's when two gunshots ring through the harbor, smoke swirling from the barrels of our guns. Blood seeps through their white t-shirt as they collapse onto the ground. Whilst Dean's gun remains out I tuck mine away and dash over to the hyperventilating girl. Helping her to her feet, I ask the fake blonde "You alright?" Receiving a nod through her frightened hysterics, I sternly order "I'd make yourself scarce and forget you saw this, yeah?" Spluttering some appreciative thank you's I watch the girl run off in her gold heels through the dock.
Once she's far enough away I return to the werewolf to see Glen, claws retracted and laying bloodied on the pavement. Dean spares me a regretful look before crouching beside Glen. Coughing he splutters "What happened?" Lost, Dean's eyes flicker back up to me as if I'll know what to do. However, we both know what needs to happen. Rolling my lip I give Dean a small shake of my head. "What happened? Help... me"
