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[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

He didn't like not knowing what to expect in a place like this. He didn't know what could be considered dangerous in a place like this either. The former human didn't even think that he would come across anything that would remotely ease the anxiety that was hidden behind his mask. There was also the fact that, there was a chance that he wouldn't see anyone. That this world held nothing for him here. Being alone. With his own sanity, or the lack thereof. It would be the perfect torture for someone that didn't deserve to die and go to heaven and instead was forced to go the likes of Hell. He hated being taken advantage of, and this almost meant that if someone was trying to get him to break, he would make sure that he didn't just to spite them. He wasn't going to break underneath the likes of whatever fate had planned for him. He was stronger than that. At least that's what Vagabond considered himself to be. An immovable object. Anyone that tried to best him would usually get a bullet in their skulls or a knife to the throat. The city that he had once belonged to and took control over with the crew he was with, knew him by name. As soon as the Vagabond came to play, it would make everyone freeze in their boots completely, giving him enough time to usually take out a couple of them before they came to their senses of what they were dealing with.

Causing explosions and chaos was what he did best, and one could say that there wasn't an ounce of him that could even be remotely caring. The Hellhound didn't know what he was or how he got here. The only thing that was remotely familiar to him were the knives that were strapped across his chest with a military grade satchel that held them there. He didn't have any idea how to really throw them as his mask didn't allow him to use his jaws. Not that he would want to take off his mask, as showing any form of identity could turn to be a bad idea in a place like this. Vagabond's dual tails moved independently from one another, slightly longer than that of an actual canine's tail and a little bit thinner. Being a black speck in the slowly darkening desert didn't help him camouflage, and he wanted to get out of the desert so that he could at least find some cover. Thanks to his large weight, Vagabond's paws sank in the sand a little bit, and it immediately irritated him that he was sinking in the first place. Fuck sand. A frustrated expression was hidden behind his mask, and his bright blue eyes soon turned to when he saw movement slightly in front of him. He knew some animals, as he knew a couple crewmates he worked with had a couple of pets when they were alive. The Hellhound slowly turned his head to look at the creature as it got closer, and noticed that it was a cat. He knew cats.

He wondered if it was just going to be a stray, and the last thing he expected for the animal to start talking. It was one of the strangest things that he had ever witnessed, and his eyes didn't show said surprise. He placed his black paws as he looked down at the small thing compared to himself, tilting his head to the side slightly. The tilt of his head wasn't exactly curiosity. As the calico stopped in front of him, he didn't have control as the temperature around them would drop several degrees. He didn't know that powers existed and that he had air elementals. It got cold enough that small sparkles of frost started to speckle the ground. He certainly had a threatening demeanor. With what the cat said, they were acting as if this was some sort of gang territory. Did animals have gangs? At this point, anything was probably possible. Minutes seemed to pass by as the other just stared at the cat before he finally spoke. His voice was deep and devoid of real emotion. "What is this.. Rosebloods?" Vagabond questioned the other, his head still tilted. The Hellhound obviously didn't know what the other was talking about, and he didn't quite understand. Having always had a gun in his hand and bullets flying in his direction, he knew nothing about animals or this world. His voice was slightly muffled behind the metal mask that only revealed his blue eyes underneath. 

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