(Sorry this is so late! I couldn't make it during the holidays!)

He had been here before. At least, he was pretty sure that he was here before. He couldn't remember anymore, thanks to the memory issues he was having thanks to his sleep deprivation for several days straight. Vagabond should definitely get some sleep at some point because if he didn't, he could easily see himself becoming sloppy in his work. Which wouldn't really surprise him, as there were times where he would slip up when he was a human, but he wasn't a human anymore. He can at least say that it was a pain in his ass, and he didn't even remember how he had gotten to this place in the first place. What was he here to do again? He can't quite remember and that could be a problem. The massive beast couldn't tell scents from one another thanks to the mask that he wore on his face, making it so that no scents not into the mask. This meant that trying to identify a border was basically impossible. Vagabond had no idea that his colleague had been here before and managed to kill someone. They usually worked alone unless they wanted to get a big job done. Not only was he dealing with sleep deprivation, but he was also dealing with emotions that he was fairly certain weren't his.

Annoying and maddening, but he wasn't completely insane, yet. He didn't exactly like being in this area thanks to the swamp, and just the sight made his nose scrunch up behind the skull mask that he wore on his face. The throwing knives were still on the sash that he wore across his chest and underneath his arms. Basically, the only method that he had when it came to defending himself or inflicting pain on others. The mask that he wore prevented him from using his mouth, not that he would anyway as he preferred weapons that he used to use when he was a human. Vagabond was well beyond the border at this point as he was avoiding as many water spots as he could. Something as massive and mutated as him could almost be considered comical with the way that he was daintily avoiding the mud puddles. The scent of Rosebloods came off of his body, as now it was more prominent thanks to the longer that he had stayed in the place. Vagabond kept forgetting that animals could track him by scent, but he also didn't really care either. His vivid blue eyes were constantly looking around as his ears were rotating to make sure that there was no one behind him. A heavy sigh escaped his jaws as he was tired. Maybe he needed to take a vacation. Yeah, a vacation sounded nice.