LITTLE PISTOL

Desert. Beneath smooth pads the hot, gritty sand, getting between his toes and stuck in his thick fur; the heat felt good. A refreshing change from the absolutely reasonable temperatures of the forest, where the only heat was in midsummer, and even then it did nothing to satisfy the demon's tastes. In the sweltering heat of a desert he prospered, enjoying the sun boring down upon him, fueling the fire that lived within. His body scorched those that got close, burning hotter than the sunkissed plains of sand stretching as far as the eye could see. Oh, how he loved it. He would do well here.

While he cared not for borders or affiliations, he didn't want to get on the bad side of the group that had claimed this land. The Pitt had a reputation; ruthless, survival-of-the-fittest savages, the creatures dwelling within a desert despite the barren landscape, the ones holding a Purge upon the other groups for nothing more than the fun of it. The demon, oh, he knew he would thrive. His years in the yakuza had taught him well, and while he despised his beast of a father, the man had at least done him a favor by leaving him. Who knows how he would have turned out had he been kept with him.

Drawing a paw slowly over the invisible border, the wolfdog let out a light hum, before he slowly stepped over and settled down. He thought for a moment of what to say, lantern-like eyes looking over the empty space in front of him; was it worth it to speak now, when there was no one around? "Eugene," he rumbled. Perhaps someone would hear him mumbling to himself and take pity on the weary traveler and welcome him, or perhaps their form of pity was putting him out of his misery. He supposed he'd find out. "There some sort of initiation thing I gotta do? I'd be happy to come back with a body."

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Though he had heard much of what the Pitt was, never once had the male actually met a member; perhaps it would have helped to do so before making his decision to come here. He didn't have the best morals, but slaves, he'd never been fond of the title or concept of someone being forced to do whatever their "masters" desired of them. Eugene had been in a place like that once before, and he did not ever want to return to it.

The sight of a collared collie piqued his attention. Ears twitched up lightly to catch his words as he approached, though he couldn't help but simply stare at the thing secure on his neck. Finally curiosity got the best of him, as well as his big mouth. "Is that a kink thing or are you some kinda prisoner?" He tilted his head as he spoke, a quizzical look flashing briefly before he acknowledged Butch's words. Eugene stretched out his long limbs and breathed a sigh; was he saying this wasn't the most pleasant of places? That much was obvious. To most, the heat was probably unbearable, and given what he had heard of the Pitt, the people were just as intolerable. At least he would get a kick out of messing with them. Maybe he'd even start a few fights; that always lightened his mood, even when he got his ass thoroughly beaten.

He didn't have a snarky reply to give to Butch, much to his own disappointment. This guy seemed alright, even if he potentially had a weird master-pet kink. Wouldn't know the truth until it came sputtering out. A puff of smoke billowed from his parted mouth as he took a moment to really look at the collie; he was quite attractive, the feature most pleasing to him being the bright blue of his eyes. Eugene twitched his tail idly for a moment. "Tossing in my lot means I get to see a pretty face like that more often," he hummed smoothly. "That'll make my time here much more bearable, if these ones without collars are as bad as you make 'em out to be." The wolfdog crossed his paws and quirked a brow to the other, only briefly looking away to see if anyone else had decided to join them. While he was eager to get settled, he wouldn't quite mind it just being he and the pretty collie.

benny had been adamantly neutral on the concept of slave-trade the pitt involved themselves in. there were simply other things that needed to be done while the honcho's around here did their dirty business, and if no one was exactly willing...

the temporary leader, or at least one of them, approached eugene after seeing butch appear a little to close to the border than he would like. he didn't know he was tsuyu's, but the collar was quite obvious for what it was. a claim. benny lifted his chin to the wolfdog and expressed a grin on his maw. he wasn't exactly close enough to completely understand his name when he called it out, but luckily his voice had carried through the winds.


"no initiation buckaroo; just some questions. y'know, sorta like an interview? like uh, where ya from, what'cha like to do, how you think you can benefit the pitt. just a lil' 'get to know you' before we let'cha in. otherwise this place would be a goddamn mess of things, yeah?" not this it wasn't already. too many disagreements and misunderstandings between dwellers. benny was sure half of them weren't even aware of the kind of culture and behavior they were expected of. still, he would remain silent about it for now.

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It was interesting how just sitting at the border could draw so much attention; he'd been perfectly fine with just speaking to Butch, but as soon as Benny showed, so did half the Pitt. He watched with disappointment as Butch dipped from the scene, though he couldn't suppress the ever so smug smile that settled upon his features at the other's words. His tail wagged lightly as he watched the collie depart, before finally acknowledging the presence of the rest of the group.

Slowly heaving himself up from the warm sand, Eugene looked first to Benny. "Yakuza." He said plainly, raising a hind leg to scratch behind his ear. "Fuck, man, interviews are boring. All I like to do is fight and fraternize with pretty boys which, by the way, you seem to have plenty of." He looked briefly to where Butch had been before, then let his gaze linger on Quill with a small smirk. "Fighting's a good benefit, eh? I'm good at pissing people off. I breathe fire. Anything else you wanna know?"

His jaws stretched wide in a yawn before he moved on to whoever had spoken after, which just so happened to be the absolute beast being Quill. The wolfdog tipped his head to the side as he looked the massive dire wolf up and down through old sunglasses, allowing a casual smile to play at his lips. A puff of smoke escaped his maw as he whistled. "Hey big guy." He said coyly. "Eugene, if you didn't hear." A small wink, and he shifted his attention to Levi.

This one wasn't quite as interesting, but he seemed to have some sort of ailment with his breathing. His gaze stayed on him only briefly before he turned to Valkyr, ears twitching as he recalled what the male had said. Eugene couldn't help but snort at it; fraternizing with slaves, unappreciative masters. Who cared? He sure as hell didn't. What would they do if he did fiddle around with Butch? Was it a crime to do so? The demon curled his lip slightly and rolled his shoulders. "Yeah, yeah, if fucking someone becomes an issue with a kinkmaster I'll be sure to apologize profusely for tainting their precious pet. Thanks for the tip buddy boy." Eugene stood up and stretched out his legs before trotting a few steps past the group, casting a look over his shoulder as he passed. "Appreciate the visit from the welcoming committee, aaand the offer of being shown around, but I'm gonna go see if I can quench my undying thirst. バイバイ~"