NOW I RULE THE WORLD | PRIVATE FOR NOW

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

It was hard to distinguish which animals were capable of speech and which ones weren't. It has gotten to the point that if he attacked someone, it would be the first question that he would end up asking to see if he got a react out of them. If they acted in a certain way, Vagabond was able to tell slightly that they were sentient based on the actions that they did. When he was a human he didn't have to worry about something that trivial. Everyone was capable of speech as a human except for the obvious animals, so there wasn't about to be a conversation to be had with the likes of an animal. It was one of the many new things that Vagabond was going to have to get used to. But, there could be a time where he wouldn't even think about it and instead just attack someone for the hell of it. Vagabond had no reason to hunt anything because he could make his own food if he really wanted to. The former human didn't have to worry about starvation anymore, and that had been his previous concern with this world and probably with the likes of others as well. The Hellhound wasn't going to eat something raw, and if anyone was going to eat a dead rabbit or any corpse for that matter he probably wouldn't be in the area and avert his gaze. It wasn't that the thought of blood makes him feel wrong, it was just the thought of raw meat sitting in the pit of his stomach.

The carnivore knew that meat was going to be the main portion of his diet, but he could just have a couple of burgers and he would be good for the next couple of days. So, Vagabond didn't think that the beast in front of him was capable of speech. Now, up to this point, he wasn't the best of fighters. Having only existed in a body that was barely a week old, he was still getting the hang of what his limbs could actually end up doing. He was large so he could throw his weight around, but if he didn't have his weapons, he was basically useless in a fight as taking off the mask that he had wasn't an option either. The Hellhound needed to fight with the tools that he had, and he was glad that he was learning something new every day. Vagabond was slightly taken with surprise when the beast actually spoke to him, catching him a little off guard. The creature didn't immediately attack him, which allowed the large hellbeast to unsheathe more of this throwing knives and let them hover around his skull. Should he feel happy that he had managed to piss someone off that was a little bit bigger than he was? Maybe. He wasn't quite sure just et and would probably answer that in a couple of moments as the beast didn't seem to be deterred away from the knife that had just impaled the other's cheek.

In the response to the other's words, Vagabond growled back, hardly intimidated with whatever this thing was. "Fuck off." Was all the Hellhound said. He didn't expect the large beast to be all that quick, but he had been wrong when the thing was basically on top of him. His vivid blue eyes widened slightly with the shock of the other near him and noticed the other's tail coming in his direction. He didn't think that a tail could actually be used as a weapon, but if the guy was attacking with it, then it probably wasn't good to get hit by it either. The Hellhound sidestepped the tail, barely, the blade slicing off some flesh from his shoulder. As soon as he landed on his paws, the Hellhound aimed to send three throwing knives in the beasts direction. He aimed one at the back left leg of Kliment, aimed another at the left side of Kliments neck, and then he aimed to impale the final one into the side of the animal. Was it even an animal at this point? He didn't know and part of him didn't care either.

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