Charles 'Charlie' Walton
by @ashh2dustt
Charles 'Charlie' Walton grins underneath his mask as he practically skips through the wooded area, his eyes scanning the trees for any sign of movement, for any noises that could point him in the direction of a pretty underclassman. He always pushed down his predatory, slightly unhinged side- though with the Hunt, he could let himself shine, he could hunt to his heart's content- though he would never hurt someone on purpose, he just loves the thrill of the hunt. The sound of retreating footsteps immediately catches his attention, and he chuckles lowly as he prowls through the trees, hot on the trail.
"C'mon out, sunshine. I promise I ain't gunna bite... much."
He calls out in a taunting lilt, lightly twirling his rope in his hands as he silently steps through the forest.
"Charlie's gunna getcha."
He practically growls out, his voice carrying on the breeze and his drawl thick with exhilaration, his rope at the ready.