WELCOME TO THE END OF ERAS | AMMON'S DEATH

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

He wasn't someone that was even remotely religious. The former had no reason to be when he was subjected to such terrible things that if a god wanted to come and help him they had plenty of chances to. Maybe there was a god for the matter that he had survived so many operations with just a small sliver of life left in him. He couldn't count how many times he nearly got himself killed, and he was certainly lucky to be alive. Although, was he really alive at this point? The former human was basically just some sort of animal, and he wasn't even sure how he had ended up getting into this damn world. He guessed it was almost ironic that he was an animal as that's what some enemies had described him to be from other gangs. He was always unpredictable with what he wanted to do and there was no changing that. The Hellhound had no reason to play nice with anyone, as he had learned from the get-go with the gangs it was a good way for him to get shot in the back in just a moments notice. Vagabond still didn't know what he was, and instead just thought himself as being the likes of a big dog. From the animals that he had seen recently, he only considered them to either be dogs, cats, or unknown animal. He wasn't about to start opening up a book and identifying all the species that were in this world after all.

The canine didn't believe in the aspect of there a god in the world and had no reason to. He remembered that they were once hired to kill a cult, and the way that they organized themselves was much worse than the gang that they were actually in. Religious people were insane in Vagabond's mind, but that was only his opinion and few offered to listen to what he said in the first place. He was getting tired of sand though, that much was certain. He lashed his two tails behind him in a frustrated matter of not having seen anything just yet. The Roseblood member had no reason to hide the likes of his scent, as he didn't even know that was even a factor. They never had to hide their scents as humans didn't have a strong sense of smell and couldn't smell them from a good distance away while they set up their positions. Vagabond saw movement out of the corner of his eye, his perifials slightly obscured thanks to the raised edges of the mask. The large beast stopped where he was walking and noticed that there was another canine not too far away from him. A wolf from the looks of it.

Oh, that was ironic. He had killed two canines recently and had left their corpses for other's to see. It was obvious that the creature had managed to see him, and the former human couldn't help but grin a little bit as he turned himself in the direction of the other canine, showing that other that he knew he was there. Looked like someone was a little bit scared. That was good. One of the throwing knives that were holstered in the sash that was across his chest began to hover next to him, as he began to make his way over toward the animal that was trying to avoid him. "Well that's a little bit rude. Don't wanna say hello?" Vagabond joked in his deep voice, his voice slightly muffled thanks to the mask that he wore on his face. After he spoke, the throwing knife would immediately speed toward the canine at around 30mph. Not the fastest he could throw it, but it would be fast enough. As the knife flew through the air, Vagabond had aimed to impale the canine in the back leg to restrict the other's movement. Vagabond slightly quickened his pace but didn't immediately run over toward him, his twin-tailed held up in a slightly dominant position like that of a wolf itself. Immediately as soon as the other was thrown, another throwing knife unhitched itself and hovered near the large best.

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