Felix Trestle-Male-18-Gay-Human-Tagged:none
After several tries, Felix was able to start a small flame. He smiled, proud of himself. It had been way too long since he’d been camping. He forgot how much he enjoyed it! The teen continued to nurture the fame until it became an acceptable size to keep him warm. Grabbing a nearby stick, he pulled out some raw hotdogs and placed them on the stick, setting the stick over the fire. The smell of his dinner almost made him drool. He pulled the meat off the stick and began to dig in but was stopped mid bite. The voices. It’s wasnt the wind this time. Felix calmly reached for his cross bow. “Hello? Who’s there?” He raised his weapon, looking for his target as he pulled the string back along with an arrow. “I know you’re out there. I suggest you either show yourself or run off.” Then another howl came. It’s was scary close. Cross bow still up, Felix back up into his tent, grabbed his silver knife. What was he doing? Did he really think that there was a werewolf out there? Still, a weapon was a weapon.