People do NOT touch sirens.
Not Hunter.
People do NOT touch Hunter.
Screamed, if he wasn't a coward, and if he knew he could beat the man or outsmart him. Instead, Hunter's limbs felt fragile, falling in line as the wizard man led them away from the water.
Hunter wondered if anyone tried to help the others who had fallen prey to his powers and if he could have done anything to prevent them.
A set of gloves were thrust upon him. Large brown eyes settled on the mittens, then up at the man demanding he put them on, wanting to croak out the stupidity of the gloves. If he was going to freeze, a pair of gloves would hardly help, not that Hunter wanted his help.
Stupidly, chattering through their teeth, Hunter held them in his hands and blinked.
“I don't need these, thank you.” hissing words from the chills, causing Hunter's chest to convulse.