11-15-2018, 06:56 PM
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Questions no one can answer -
(Don't worry friend its not! Any character is allowed to go up against a power in some way or another ^.^)
Fighters could prove to be entertaining on a good day. There were other days though that if he wanted to get a job done quickly and move on, those that were fighting against him would prove to just piss him off. Finnloch was probably lucky that he was just here to advertise and currently didn't have any intention of trying to kill her. That didn't mean it couldn't change though thanks to his unpredictable nature. It had already happened once before, where he believed that he was going to just torture someone, before deciding that it might not be the best idea and still killed the one that he was attacking. Vagabond had no idea about how this world worked, and actually had no clue that these creatures would be able to track him down simply by scent alone. He planned on visiting every group that was around the area to get a feel for what his business would be like with others too. The Hellhound had nothing but time now, as he wasn't hired by anyone to do a job, and he wasn't trying to make some sort of quota or pay someone off from killing him. If anything, this was the best time for him to start a business when he had no idea what do with his life right now. He couldn't just wash away all the crimes that he had done in the past and he knew deep down that there was no redemption for him. There was no saving him from what he was. The other's words didn't make much sense to the Hellhound at first until the gears inside of his head worked. Oh, so that was her last name. Did cat's have last names? That was kind of weird. Although, he was used to hearing animals having names such as Max, Butterscotch, etc. The other was willing to fight for the death. He probably would have said something different if he was going to try to kill her, but this wasn't the case.
"Saying something like that is a good way to end your life quicker." Threats like that wouldn't work with the gangs that he used to deal with. If she had said that and if she was a human, she probably would have gotten her throat slit right then and there. When Vagabond spoke, the Hellhound wore a smirk on his face that wasn't visible. Maybe he was playing with his victim a little bit too much. But one couldn't blame him when he hadn't had anything to do in the past three days he had been in this world. Vagabond thought that eventually, the cat would realize that she was outmatched, but this wasn't the case. He wondered if the cat knew that he planned on keeping her alive because from the looks of it no one was coming to her rescue. Vagabond felt as the flesh in between his paws were ripped slightly, causing a small growl of annoyance to escape his jaws. That was going to hurt like a bitch! He could only imagine what it would feel like going back to the Rosebloods and getting sand in the damn wound. He pressed down slightly harder, aiming to open the wound that he had created on her stomach. Since the Hellhound had no idea that he had been using mental manipulation in the first place, nothing seemed to change all that much and he continued what he was doing. "Alright, time to wrap this up." Vagabond stated as he removed his paw from the female's stomach, and aimed to roll her onto her stomach instead. If that worked, he would aim to press one of his massive paws on the back of her head and shove her to the ground so that it would be harder for her to move. Raising one of the throwing knives, Vagabond lowered it to the female's left shoulder, aiming to carve a minimalistic symbol of a human skull. He was starting to lose patience the longer this went on for. The Hellhound would then draw his blade away and aim to gently kick the female away from him with a low huff escaping his jaws. "Thanks for the company." The former human said in a sarcastic manner, and it was there that the Roseblood member would leave the scene. The scent of Roseblood was slightly faint out of consideration that he had only been in the place for around 30 minutes in total before eventually leaving.
/out and now open!
(List of Finnloch's injuries: A cut along the left side of her body, a broken back leg, couple of scrapes, deep claw marks on her stomach, then a human skull marking carved into her shoulder with a knife)
[sub][W]isker[/sub]Fighters could prove to be entertaining on a good day. There were other days though that if he wanted to get a job done quickly and move on, those that were fighting against him would prove to just piss him off. Finnloch was probably lucky that he was just here to advertise and currently didn't have any intention of trying to kill her. That didn't mean it couldn't change though thanks to his unpredictable nature. It had already happened once before, where he believed that he was going to just torture someone, before deciding that it might not be the best idea and still killed the one that he was attacking. Vagabond had no idea about how this world worked, and actually had no clue that these creatures would be able to track him down simply by scent alone. He planned on visiting every group that was around the area to get a feel for what his business would be like with others too. The Hellhound had nothing but time now, as he wasn't hired by anyone to do a job, and he wasn't trying to make some sort of quota or pay someone off from killing him. If anything, this was the best time for him to start a business when he had no idea what do with his life right now. He couldn't just wash away all the crimes that he had done in the past and he knew deep down that there was no redemption for him. There was no saving him from what he was. The other's words didn't make much sense to the Hellhound at first until the gears inside of his head worked. Oh, so that was her last name. Did cat's have last names? That was kind of weird. Although, he was used to hearing animals having names such as Max, Butterscotch, etc. The other was willing to fight for the death. He probably would have said something different if he was going to try to kill her, but this wasn't the case.
"Saying something like that is a good way to end your life quicker." Threats like that wouldn't work with the gangs that he used to deal with. If she had said that and if she was a human, she probably would have gotten her throat slit right then and there. When Vagabond spoke, the Hellhound wore a smirk on his face that wasn't visible. Maybe he was playing with his victim a little bit too much. But one couldn't blame him when he hadn't had anything to do in the past three days he had been in this world. Vagabond thought that eventually, the cat would realize that she was outmatched, but this wasn't the case. He wondered if the cat knew that he planned on keeping her alive because from the looks of it no one was coming to her rescue. Vagabond felt as the flesh in between his paws were ripped slightly, causing a small growl of annoyance to escape his jaws. That was going to hurt like a bitch! He could only imagine what it would feel like going back to the Rosebloods and getting sand in the damn wound. He pressed down slightly harder, aiming to open the wound that he had created on her stomach. Since the Hellhound had no idea that he had been using mental manipulation in the first place, nothing seemed to change all that much and he continued what he was doing. "Alright, time to wrap this up." Vagabond stated as he removed his paw from the female's stomach, and aimed to roll her onto her stomach instead. If that worked, he would aim to press one of his massive paws on the back of her head and shove her to the ground so that it would be harder for her to move. Raising one of the throwing knives, Vagabond lowered it to the female's left shoulder, aiming to carve a minimalistic symbol of a human skull. He was starting to lose patience the longer this went on for. The Hellhound would then draw his blade away and aim to gently kick the female away from him with a low huff escaping his jaws. "Thanks for the company." The former human said in a sarcastic manner, and it was there that the Roseblood member would leave the scene. The scent of Roseblood was slightly faint out of consideration that he had only been in the place for around 30 minutes in total before eventually leaving.
/out and now open!
(List of Finnloch's injuries: A cut along the left side of her body, a broken back leg, couple of scrapes, deep claw marks on her stomach, then a human skull marking carved into her shoulder with a knife)
[glow=black,2,300]If you're going to bleed, then I'm going to give you a reason to[/glow]
tags N/A& choatic evil & member &[member=184]Sorrel[/member]