NOTE: This story is a supplement to my feature length animated screenplay entitled "Buck". Stetson's sorted past is the feature film script-however I will drop little hints here and there in this short so I hope the reader isn't too left in the dark.
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Snow whipped violently through the air, the sound of heavy wind could easily be heard. The blizzard would not come and go quickly, the frigid weather was here to stay. The sky is a pinkish color, the sun just about to set to end another day.
A silver Ford truck pulls into a one-story home, located in the back woods. The headlights dimmed, a frumpy male with a beard and wearing an orange hunting vest and camouflage pants, stepped out of the driver's side. He finished the bottle of beer he was drinking on the drive home and tossed it to the ground with a light belch.
The snowflakes so heavy, he couldn't look straight ahead, his head faces the ground, the snow seeped into his boots as he walked closer to his house. He didn't bother to take the carcass of a freshly shot anthro off the top of his truck, a five-foot-tall squirrel wearing a sweater and slacks, dripping with blood and a permanent gaze of terror.
Wind kicked up even harder, causing the human to shiver as his skin began to turn pink, he hurried into his warm home, the lock to his cabin door was oddly broken, but had been since this morning and he'd find time tomorrow to get it fixed.
His house completely dark, he flicks on the light to the living room, which held a fireplace, a small TV and a couch. Scattered on the floor were illegal hunting magazines for hunting furries he had purchased from various websites.
The hunter removed his jacket and vest, pulling out his wallet which had his name, Samuel imprinted upon the leather. Sam unlaces his boots and makes his way to the couch.
Before sitting down, he removed the pistol from his holster and put it in the locked safe by the front door. He sat in front of the TV with a macho grunt. The glass on his windows creaked a bit as the blizzard now was in full force, he turned the television on to a news station.
Sam suddenly felt two pairs of hands grip his shoulders, he yelped and attempted to stand and swing at the attacker, but the pressure only got harder as he moved, he knew any more pressure would surly cause some damage if indeed the unknown threat was stronger, Sam's breathing got heavy and his heart pounded in his chest as a voice spoke in his ear. "Stop moving and I'll let go. I only want to talk. You don't attack me, I won't attack you. That's a promise." Sam yelled in frustration, as he cocked his head to one side, he saw who the muscular behemoth was, his shoulders broad, his arms the size of a bodybuilder, his height exactly 6'5, Sam sighed deeply, terror struck his brain and heart, never had he seen an anthro so tall, neither did he ever feel threatened by one either. His presence was a commanding one, the human could do nothing but nod.
The buck made his way around the couch, the sound of his hiking boots stomping on the ground a bit intimidating. He sat on the ottoman in front of the couch, even as he sat, Sam felt like he was being looked down upon by someone much bigger than he. From his unzipped green fishing vest, the mysterious deer pulled out his cellphone and showed Sam a photo of his own truck, with the carcass of the squirrel tied to the roof, a lump formed in the hunter's throat as Stetson spoke again in his deep Southern accent. "Hunting anthros is illegal, but you knew that, correct?" Sam nods, looking him over. His muscles and six pack could be seen through his black t-shirt, around his faded jeans, a holster with a pistol which Stetson had his hand around, Sam swallowed hard. "Tell you what Sam, your hunting days are over, that's a fact. The families you've ruined, the poor anthros, there kids and families torn apart by your actions. The fact you've done what you have for so long without a moment's thought that maybe it's wrong. It ends here. It ends now."
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BUCK: DARKNESS FOLLOWS (A Furry Story)Action
Stetson is a deer who may look like a towering, toned behemoth who could easily rival Rambo, but his personality is not that of a macho guy. In reality, he is typically laid back he spends his days moving from town to town, meeting new people and ge...