Marcus had been shopping recently, he knew exactly what he was having for dinner. Steak, Baked Patata's, Vegetables, and certain sides along those lines. He use to lived in a rather large house his family had owned for several years, but left it for he felt it was not for him. He moved out into the woods, built his little "hideout" for when he got bored and was hunting. Marcus lived in a small house, right next to a river, the trees helped keep it hidden, and about one mile from it was a huge waterfall he loved. He had a large black and grey camouflage Jeep, it had bigger wheels, it had a roof and windows, and most importantly he kept his scythe in its case under the back seat where it would remain safe and hidden. His entire outfit was camouflage, even his Longhorns hat. His black wolf, Sith (The Male), had sat in the front even when he went in the store. The white wolf known as Jedi (The Female) was pregnant and Marcus made her stay home. He felt bad for Jedi, she had been sick recently and now she's pregnant? It must really suck balls for that to happen. Sith was a loyal wolf, raised and trained by Marcus ever since he was a pup, the same with Jedi. Marcus's shopping kart was almost full, and with his much antlers and hide he had been selling he was banking. Rutting season was great, especially when the deer think about nothing but mating, it was an easy kill. When he realized he had enough, there was one more thing to grab, and large box of Twinkie's.
The big man walked through the store, and upon seeing his friend Marcus, Jeremiah casually walked up beside him, scanning the food, as Katy went up over to the other two canines, sniffing and barking, but not very loudly. The giant spoke, his voice incredibly low and deep, quite fitting with his size. "You know, they're going to have that little 13 Night on the River thing coming up soon at the park. People gonna sing songs, people gonna make food, schtick like that. You gonna go?"
Upon hearing a voice he recognized, "Yeah I am, hopefully its nothin' but country music, I've been listening to too much Rock lately and got bored of it," He replied casually getting several packages of Beef Jerky, "Recently I bought tickets to the next RockFest, luckily its not the same date as the 13 Night on the River concert they having. Hopefully there ain't gonna be any drunk idiots like last year."
The could only chuckle a bit. Grabbing a few packaged red meats, he spoke again. "Of course it's only gonna be our kind of thing. In case you haven't noticed, ain't nothing but us hillbillies out here." He tucked his hat over his head, grabbing a couple thing on sale that he had coupons in his pocket for.
"True that," Marcus said agreeing with him, "So how's Katy been holdin' up?" Marcus couldn't help asking, he was curious to her condition.
"She's been good. She's been a little tired lately, but then again, who wouldn't be after almost being ran over?" He was referring to a happening a bit ago, where an out-of-towner had nearly hit Katy with their car. Katy was currently sitting on the floor, leaning on his right leg, panting.
"Must have been a fun experience," He said with sarcasm, but he had feeling for the pooch, "She looks healthy as hell, what food ya' feeding her?"
"Meat. Real meat. Like venison. Real vegetables like corn, too. I don't feed her any of that dog food crap."
"Meh, I let my dogs hunt, and then what they bring back I fix up, mix the veggies and vwuala, food." Marcus had found the very last item he was looking for, fireworks. He grabbed half a shelf full of various rockets, he was going to have fun come 4th of July.
The man as kind of surprised, but he didn't show it. He just grabbed a few more scraps of random food. "Strange. You'd think that they'd just eat eat right then and there." He decided he was done with groceries after picking up a bushel of clams, and headed for the register.
Walking along side him, "Meh, it just depends when they're hungry I guess." Marcus went to he register next to the other, putting out all of the items on the belt.
