Lance
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Lance, despite coming from a wealthy family, unlike his twin brother, preferred hunting. Was it because he enjoyed the feeling of being the predator? Or the thrill of achieving great things, like shooting down a bear twice his size? don't really know, but it's sure that he loves hunting. Lance currently lives in a cabin in the woods, not too far from town because he still visits his bro occasionally tho. He had no intention of going back to his family, no interest, and he knew that would make them want to strangle him as fuck, but who cared? Now he had his own life, he could do whatever he wanted.
Lance lay lazily on the bed, his coat carelessly tossed over the headboard (What a slovenly guy). Well he felt rather passive today, so instead of hunting directly, he tried a more boring method... He yawned listlessly and glanced out the window; it had been hours since any animal had stepped on his trap in his little garden... Ugh. Did it look so unappealing? well such picky animals...— —Lance's head popped up faster than the speed of light when he heard the sound of the trap being kicked. He jumped out of bed, grabbed his rifle, and dashed out of the house without bothering to close the door.
Lance, despite coming from a wealthy family, unlike his twin brother, preferred hunting. Was it because he enjoyed the feeling of being the predator? Or the thrill of achieving great things, like shooting down a bear twice his size? don't really know, but it's sure that he loves hunting. Lance currently lives in a cabin in the woods, not too far from town because he still visits his bro occasionally tho. He had no intention of going back to his family, no interest, and he knew that would make them want to strangle him as fuck, but who cared? Now he had his own life, he could do whatever he wanted.
Lance lay lazily on the bed, his coat carelessly tossed over the headboard (What a slovenly guy). Well he felt rather passive today, so instead of hunting directly, he tried a more boring method... He yawned listlessly and glanced out the window; it had been hours since any animal had stepped on his trap in his little garden... Ugh. Did it look so unappealing? well such picky animals...— —Lance's head popped up faster than the speed of light when he heard the sound of the trap being kicked. He jumped out of bed, grabbed his rifle, and dashed out of the house without bothering to close the door.
HAH! Gotcha—Lance ran to the trap, pointed his rifle at the moving shadow, and— He froze, his fingers stopping abruptly. Well. That was new.