VANITY

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

Vagabond did have to admit that he had fun and everything, but he would much rather have a more rewarding outcome. It felt like despite being organized and everything, that they should have had at least a reward for what they did, but no one seemed to be hiring. Well, they were animals so was it really something that they thought about in a world like this when it wasn't eaten or be eaten? He didn't know and hardly cared about the life of the animals that were around them at least. The Hellhound was just falling back into his old habits so that he wouldn't be completely insane by the end of the day either. Was this world real? What if it was only his imagination? Could his fucked up mind think up of something like this in the first place? He wasn't quite sure he wanted to know the answers to those questions. He didn't enjoy being an animal, and he was fairly certain that the rest of the crew didn't enjoy it either. Which made the guilt that he felt all the too real in his mind. He was to blame for this, and it wasn't a surprise that someone of the crew hadn't tried to slit his throat yet because they could have guessed why they were killed. A setup. Maybe they thought it would be another death sentence to try and attack the likes of him. Probably, as literally the entire crew was smaller than he was in general. Vagabond was used to getting stares when it came to his looks, he chose to ignore them as he used to get them when he was walking the streets when he was a human. Most humans knew that as soon as he put a mask on his face that they got the hell out of there because nothing good was going to happen for them at that moment. The Hellhound's ears were constantly swiveling back and forth as they usually did when he was on alert. Considering how many animals that he had killed so far would mean that it would be bad to let his guard down at any moment.

Getting sleep wasn't something that he did all that often, and occasionally he would look over toward Rimmy as the other was cleaning himself. They didn't seem to be exchanging really any words. His head did turn a little bit in a direction where he heard noise coming, and looked at an animal that he didn't recognize. Not surprising, as he didn't exactly try to memorize anything that happened in a group like this, there were too many creatures going in and out. Vagabond had sheathed one knife away as soon as the creature began to speak. He recognized the language that the other was speaking, only being able to identify the language and not understand it. Spanish. A low chuckle escaped his jaws as the mutated beast seemed to shrug his shoulders a little bit. He considered it a compliment. His head wasn't directly turned toward Vincent, and instead was looking at the bloodied pool of water in front of him. "A place that you'd never be able to imagine." Vagabond commented back toward Vincent, of course just fucking with the guy. He didn't even know what he was, and the mutated animal was just glad that he was larger than anyone else. The jokes seemed to dissipate though as he turned his head to look at Vincent this time, his vivid blue eyes looking at the animal before he continued talking. "What do you want?" Vagabond questioned the other as to why he had approached them. Simple conversation? Business? It could literally be anything. No one that was usually sane would approach animals that were covered in blood and cleaning off their gear. He looked over his shoulders hearing Rimmy talk when the stranger approached, a smirk spreading across his facial features. It was common in the crew that he could be considered one of the more creepier of the group. "I'd heed his advice." Vagabond agreed, looking back over toward Vincent.

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