WELCOME TO THE END OF ERAS | AMMON'S DEATH

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

He had to admit that he had seen some pretty shitty places as a human. Going toward the slum places of town not to raise suspicion from the cops. Going to the bad areas of town if they had a target that was in the area at the same time. He had seen people living in the worst living conditions, but he had no idea what could be considered bad living conditions for the likes of a human. The former human didn't know what it even meant to be an animal, and he had yet to even try to hunt himself. Hunting would mean that he would have to either use his abilities or take off his mask. Two things that he wasn't willing to do. It seemed like he didn't really have to pull his weight around as long as he could just do whatever the hell he wanted. No one had told him otherwise, and he had no idea how the clans even worked or what they were even called for that matter.  So far, he had been through a couple different environments, not really caring what they were because he wasn't going to be staying around that area for a good amount of time either. The one place that he was considering the base of operations was the Rosebloods and they had a desert where they lived in the canyon. The Hellhound could really do without the aspect of the sand, but it wasn't a begger or chooser. He could complain all he wants and nothing would change the shape of the world for him. Coming across another desert slightly disappointed the Hellhound. Well, this kinda sucked. He was tired of seeing sand over and over again and how it got stuck in between his toes was annoying as hell. He didn't have wings like Rimmy did and couldn't fly over his troubles either.

The 6ft tall Hellhound lashed his two tails behind him as he didn't bother stopping at the border of the place. Being a former human meant that he didn't really understand what it meant to be an animal. He didn't know what scent markers meant, not like he would be able to tell considering the mask he wore kept him from being able to smell anything in the first place. But he was here on business. The business of getting his name out there for anyone that wanted the job done. He needed to let other creatures know that he was around though. It could mean make great enemies, but he was used to being hunted for the majority of his life so this wouldn't really change anything. Vagabond had no idea that these groups formed enemies and allies with one another. It also meant that he had no intention of following whatever anyone said either. The Hellhound had always done whatever the hell he wanted, and this was why he was here. The large black beast stuck out like a sore thumb as he began to walk around the desert. It was getting close to night time, so the Hellhound wasn't worried about dying of heat stroke just yet. Thanks to his weight though, he sank slightly in the sand and was well within the Pitt's territory. The metal skull mask that he wore on his face hid his entity as if the rest of him couldn't be memorized to track him down for his looks, but it still helped. The skull itself wasn't in the shape of a canine skull, but it was a morphed human skull instead, indents of human teeth along the mask itself. A low huff escaped his jaws as he continued walking waiting to see if he could see anyone that he could mess with. He wasn't here to kill anyone after all. Faint Roseblood scent came off of his body, but he didn't really think it mattered all that much.

[member=2846]Ammon[/member] 

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