#threads | declan

his home had become somewhat of a hub for other hunters dropping in and out of town on hunts. the members of the secret society also regularly visited him for updates and course of action meetings. since four of the five rooms in the house were unoccupied, and the kitchen was really the only other room he used, the rest of the home was littered with paperwork and maps, plotting the locations of reported attacks and deaths. the basement had even been turned into an armory, the walls sporting firearms and weapons of all sizes and power. cabinets lined the wall below the stairs, full of ammunition and smaller melee arms. 

“ HERE . ” declan  tapped  an  unlabeled  bottle  against  diego’s  elbow ,  coming  up  to  stand  beside  his  cousin . he  was  glad  there  were  more  hunters  at  the  party . surely  most  of  them  had  a  decent  weapon , regardless  of  the  “ neutral ” space  the  event  was  supposed  to  provide . the  thought , along  with  his  own  hidden  dagger , made  the  whole  thing  slightly  less  unbearable . he  took  a  large  swig  from  his  own beer , the alcohol  quickly  warming  up  his  shoulders  and  chest. “ it’s  a  lager , ” he  paused  for  a  moment , brow  furrowing  at  the bottle . “ i  think . whatever  it  is , it  tastes  expensive . ”