WAS I EVER GOLDEN - open; injured

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

Vagabond learned something new every single day. He learned more of what he was capable of doing and didn't really question why he was capable of doing such things in the first place. The Hellhound just used the abilities to his advantage and tried to perfect he skills that would develop from them. Just because he came from being a human didn't mean that he knew exactly how to use the powers that he had right now. he had a long way to go before he was even remotely considered to be like that of an expert anyway. There was nothing wrong with starting back at the bottom of a skill level and working all the way back up. It meant that if he really wanted to, he could change his fighting style. He could be more of a close combat fighter instead of a long ranged fighter like he usually was. He did enjoy a little bit of contact when it came to the fights that he dealt with. There was plenty about this world that Vagabond still had no idea about. At this point, Goldenboy was even more knowledgeable than he was with the groups that surrounded the current area that they were in. Vagabond didn't bother to know the residents that he would be living around, as long as they didn't try to bother him they wouldn't have any problems that could stem from it all. If they wanted to try and hunt him down, he would be more than willing to at least see them try here and there, but he doubted that they would be able to do much to the crew in general. Now that they were reuniting with one another, it was going to get harder and harder to try and take each other out individually. Considering that they treated each other like family, most of the time, they would be more than willing to risk their lives to save someone from getting themselves killed. Vagabond wasn't any different as this was his family, despite how dysfunctional it was, they were still good. That didn't mean that they were good men though. Another aspect of the world that Vagabond had no knowledge of, was medical supplies.

As a human, he could easily just hire a doctor that would keep their mouth shut to patch up the wounds that were littering his body. Taking bullets out from his wounds and then sutchering them closed at the end of the day and there were plenty of times where he was just covered in bandages nearly head to toe. There were different chemicals and antibiotics that could be used when they were worse for wear and several other operations at the same time if things got bad. They literally had everything at their disposal, but in the wild, it didn't seem like they had the likes of a doctor anywhere nearby. The Hellhound had a couple wounds himself, and he tried to keep them clean as much as possible, and they were closing nicely. He was lucky that they hadn't gotten infected either. Nothing medical was done to the wound that had been created on his arm, and he constantly checked it, as it felt like he was living in the stone age when it came to the aspect of medicine. Vagabond thought that if he did get an infected wound, that would be a quick one way trip for him to die again. That's the last thing he wanted to have to deal with, with such a busy schedule that he had anyway. Vagabond was returning from staking out an area that he had already been to. He had tortured a wolf a little bit in the area and the environment was similar to the Rosebloods itself. They had a desert as well, and he never realized how much that he was going to hate the sand. It stuck to literally everything. He wasn't covered in blood for once as he traveled back, one of his rounded ears flicking as he listened to his surroundings. His head was lowered slightly in a predatory manner, but also the fact that he was really fucking tired, and that there was something else that was bothering him. His neck hurt like a bitch. He wasn't sure why it hurt so much because there was nothing wrong with his neck either. He also had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that felt like he was starting to panic. Why? Everything was fine.

There was nothing happening to him right now that would constitute him panicking over nothing. A low growl of frustration escaped the massive beast as his tails lashed wildly behind him thanks to the conflicting emotions that were spreading through his head. Vagabond managed to walk through the canyon, before walking behind the waterfall. He never really cared for the ruins that much. The closer he got to the location though, the stronger the feelings became. Making his way to the entrance of the ruins, he looked down to see an odd color on the ground. It was.... an orange splatter. At first Vagabond thought it was spray paint, as there was only one creature he could think that messed around with others. Even as a human he never quite understood the color choice that Rimmy decided to choose. After a while, he just stopped questioning it and went with whatever was happening. Vagabond didn't have a place to stay in the Roseblood's compared to Rimmy, choosing to just stay somewhere in the canyon when he slept. Well, he didn't sleep actually. He hadn't had any sleep in the past days since he had arrived in this place. The former human knew that Rimmy had a place, and he wanted to check up on the canine thanks to the other's alcohol addiction starting to get out of control. As he rounded the corner and knocked on the door before letting himself in, he noticed that the orange spray paint started to increase in intensity.

The fuck? As soon as his vivid blue eyes landed on Rimmy, confusion was obvious in the way that he was looking at him. The guy was basically covered in orange paint. At least, it looked like orange paint to him as he couldn't smell anything through the mask that he was wearing. However, there were a couple of places that seemed like they were actually cuts. There was no way that could be blood. Blood wasn't ORANGE. The 6ft tall hellhound making his way over, Rimmy's panic fueling the anxiety that was bubbling in the beast chest. "The hell happened to you? Is that blood?" Vagabond questioned the other, not entirely sure what was happening to him. Considering that he was putting pressure to at least something meant that it was serious. Vagabond seemed to crane his neck slightly to the left, as the pain in his neck began to steadily increase. Vagabond's paw raised slightly as if he was about to help Rimmy, but in the end, he had no idea how to help him. He didn't exactly have bandages he could use. Instead, he turned around sticking his head out of the door. "Hey! If there's anything like a doctor that exists here, get your fucking ass over here!" The former human basically snarled the command, not knowing if there was anyone like that since they were all animals. But there had to be something. Vagabond's entire body was tense, and he was in pain a lot for no reason. It fucking hurt.

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