I'M A WANTED MAN | BLOOD

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

The male did take some enjoyment of just going out and causing trouble here and there. It was a way that he got a little bit of exercise while he was a human instead of sitting inside of a penthouse all day letting himself rot from the brain to the body. There were times where he might play a couple of video games, but he was always on the lookout for one of the next jobs that he could take. Money was something that happened, and alcohol was also another good catch from all of it. The former human wasn't a fan of a certain type of alcohol, but he didn't mind having a couple of drinks here and there. He would upright refuse a drink if he was meeting someone for business. Thanks to the reputation that he had with himself, the male had no reason to think that all of the drinks that were given to him weren't actually poisoned. It almost reminded him about how some people were poisoned in the movies, but in real life, it was fairly accurate. Anyone could take any opportunity to end's one life. That's what separated the crew that he was with from other crews. They knew that they were living on borrowed time and that they weren't going to live forever. So, they lived life like it was going to be their last day. The group never did anything in small amounts, and instead, they always made a big deal out of something as if it was some sort of advantage. He did have to admit that it was certainly fun running away from the cops riding on a motorcycle while one of his crewmates rode with him and fired at the cops behind them. It was almost like a game, but instead of it being a game it was a way of life. Living life to the fullest. He wouldn't change it for anything else. Although, he would change his past a little bit, and try to make it up to his partner when he betrayed him a couple years ago.

He could say that it was for the better good, but that wouldn't mean shit to someone like him. He was going to have to find something else to make it up to him, but right now hiding his identity was the best option that he had. The Hellhound continued to look at the deep bite mark that was on his right arm. He was busy squeezing some of the blood out, as he didn't know what kind of fucking bacteria could have been in the canine's mouth that he had killed. Once he thought that the waterfall did a well enough job, he began to clean the knives that were quickly put into the sash he wore across his body, similar to what Rimmy had. The Hellhound made sure to always clean his equipment, as he didn't know when he would get another set of knives. What he would give to have slightly bigger knives though, as throwing knives weren't all that big. The ears on top of his head were constantly swiveling, and it wasn't hard for him to hear movement that was coming toward him. There were times where his powers turned on, and he wasn't even sure why he was capable of doing some of the stuff that he could. His vivid blue eyes turned to look at the creature that was making his way toward him, but not completely close. It was a lion. That was a breed of wildcat that he knew because some gangs used the lion as a symbol of strength or as a logo. He had no idea who this guy was, but it was obvious the guy lived here. He should probably sit down and do a little bit of research. Did these guys have books or something like that?  Vagabond didn't take his eyes off of the lion as he moved his arm to test to make sure that his muscles weren't damaged that badly. A small smirk spread across his facial features that were hidden by the black skull mask that he wore.

"One of the more normal days than what I'm really used to." Vagabond said with a shrug of his shoulders. On a good day, there were usually piles of bodies that were littered with bullets that his crew had killed. Removing his arm from the water, he showed it to the lion. This guy had to know something right? "What do animals use to fix something like this?" The question was honest. He wasn't an animal in his first life and didn't know how to treat wounds in a place like this. The hellbeast didn't like asking for help, and he wasn't really asking for any sort of help. He was just asking where he could get supplies and what to look out for so that he could take care of it himself. Then it was someone that he would much rather ignore. He was fairly certain that he didn't know the other's name. The annoyed look hid from the canine's sight and the other seemed to like trying to push his buttons. It wasn't the same way that a certain someone used to push his buttons. This one was a little bit more grating. He could easily kill the canine just by standing on his chest and putting his weight on him if he wanted to. That's how easy it was to kill him. While the other spoke, Vagabond wasn't looking at the canine, and instead, one of the throwing knives hovered near his head, only to launch it at Bugsy. The throwing knife aimed to simply knick the other's cheek and impale itself into the ground where he was standing, doing no further damage if it managed to hit. [member=2191]BUGSY[/member]  "Next time I won't miss." A smirk spread across his facial features as he tilted his head so that his eyes could look in the other's direction.

That was his first warning. Next time he would stick a knife through his throat. His attention was soon diverted as he saw a familiar face. Vagabond could almost immediately tell that the guy was drunk, animal or not. He had been around the male for so long at this point that he knew what to look out for. And from the looks of it, the guy had had plenty of liquor. The cackling laughter was more than a sign to show how far gone the guy was. "I'm surprised you aren't sweating alcohol right now." Vagabond said toward the shorter canine. It could either be taken as an insult or even a scolding. Vagabond wasn't about to get drunk in a place like this. If anything, him getting drunk would make it worse for everyone else. The Hellhound didn't move his arm away when the other tried to sniff at it, and Rimmy soon finally spoke. Albeit barely from the way the other was sounding. The other certainly did know him well when it came to figuring out why he went out to kill someone. Vagabond shook his head at the other's question before answering. "Been here for a day, kinda hard to really get any business when no one knows who we are. So, had to advertise a little bit." Vagabond explained, not bothering to hide what he had done. He didn't exactly say where he left the corpses of those that he did kill, because honestly, he didn't know whether or not he would be able to say where he left them. He didn't memorize the territory he went to. Vagabond couldn't help but let a little snort at the other just plunging his head into the dirt. "If you feel that bad just make yourself vomit. That'll take care of it." Vagabond offered a quick way for the African Wild dog to start feeling better. At least, that's what he did if he needed to start sobering up.

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