Lucky knew only one thing, and that was the art of being a criminal. Nabbing unsuspecting victims off the street, dealing them a few blows to the face and bruising them senseless, even snapping necks on command. Anything to please his uncle, the family patriarch. Had it not been for a growing, blooming curiosity about the dark side of his family history, he would have not been where he was today.

The lethal canine swiftly exited dry, desert lands and took cover in the humid undergrowth of the Pittian forest. Large paws trekked among the roots and nooks, weaving around rows of trees and bushes to try and find his way back to the pyramids. Limp, dangling in his jaws was the broken body of a desert-roaming antelope, its black eyes empty, having been violently stripped of its life. Crimson leaked down its neck and stained Lucky's dark muzzle, the stench of blood nearly overwhelming.

Turning around a quick corner, he did not expect to see anyone out here. Alas, there was an unfamiliar face, just casually gathering plants. Although the act of gathering was harmless in itself, his immediate reaction was to drop his catch and bare bloodstained fangs, glowing amber eyes fixed onto the fem. [glow=black,1,400]"Who are you?"[/glow] Growled he, hackles raised and bristling in alarm. Had he known that she had only recently returned to the Pitt, he would have recognized her and moved along.

[ mentions of abuse ]

Sometimes, Lucky considered what life was like on the brunt of the stick. Sure, he was the one that dealt the blows and hits and whacks to the face and could never bat an eye to it. But, more often than not, he could see the fear in his victim's eyes. He could smell it r a d i a t i n g off of them. He could picture himself in their same shoes; he had felt the exact same way when his violent father would raise his voice at him and threaten him with brute force. Now, he was the aggressor. He had channeled his distressed childhood into strength and as a driving force behind his motivation.

There he saw it again, the smaller stranger cowering in terror of his hulking form. He supposed that his size always contributed to the fear-factor, along with his glowing amber eyes and gleaming pearly whites. There was one thing he knew for certain — after a childhood of living in fear, it was sure nice to be the one in power.

However, this situation would indeed be defused. He found this to be Cosette, apparently a former member here. He lowered his hackles and straightened his posture, assuming a non-threatening stance. Lucky's features spelled out pure confusion, and perhaps a dash of hesitance. He didn't have time to worry over nothing, so if she was indeed telling the truth, then so be it. The hellhound muttered, [glow=black,1,400]"My apologies."[/glow] He must've scared the shit out of her.

The hellhound bent down to take his kill into awaiting jaws. He didn't even spare the feline another glance before moving to carry on with the trek home, fresh cuts now visible across his flank. He appeared to be ignoring them quite well, as if they weren't even there. He couldn't let a few scratches throw a wrench in his duties, now could he?

He was stopped in his tracks. He hadn't been expecting the female to address him again, especially after he had scared her, but now it appeared that she was brave enough to confront him herself. At this, the hellhound turned his great head to look over his shoulder and over at the savannah, hues seemingly glowing in the dim lighting of the jungle.

She wanted to treat his scratches. Lucky gave them a quick glance over — they were a deep red, glistening with freshness, but the bleeding seemed to have been halted for now. The stinging had grown rather dull as the hellhound did his best to [sub]suppress[/sub] the pain. They were rather long across, but he didn't consider them serious. He flickered his gaze back up to Cosette and he responded, [glow=black,1,400]"They ain't nothin'."[/glow] Being the "big, tough brute" he was, he often refused most medical help, especially if it was just a few scratches. It wasn't like it was that easy for him to die, anyways.