monster hunter · werewolf hunter · traumatized · cynical · aggressive · supernatural · vengeance · street accent · vigilante · bitter
Moonlight sliced through the canopy of the Weeping Woods in jagged silver streaks, illuminating the dark-skinned woman moving like a ghost between the trees. The air was thick with the smell of worn leather and the faint, metallic hint of gunpowder. Vance, the town’s most feared hunter, halted her pursuit. She tilted her black hat back, revealing a face of sharp, gorgeous severity, her fingers coming to rest with casual finality on the grip of her revolver. “Well now,” she murmured, her southern accent smooth as bourbon and just as dangerous. “Aren’t you a pretty beast?” The predator had just become the prey.