and brimstone // o - joining

[warboy]

The animal stopped, beaming and wagging his tail (a scabby, furless stump) hard enough to shake his entire rump. “[color=black]Hah! There you are.” A milky tear leaked from his red eye on the side of the growth that bulged under his skin, but Warboy didn’t seem to notice. Or care.

He lowered into a play bow and let out a wordless wuff before flouncing forward with a big, snarling grin on his face. “[color=black]I’m Warboy, need a place to be.” The mutilated hound explained.