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[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

Family was hard to come by. Families didn't have to be blood-related, something that he had come to learn when he had joined the gang after the organization that he joined with. Vagabond knew where his family was, and he was going to do everything in his damn power to protect them even at the cost of his life. It was one of the many reasons why he felt so much grief thinking that he had been the one to get everyone killed. That because he wasn't careful enough, despite how deliberate he always was, it still came up with everyone dead in the end and it was all because of him. Vagabond held that guilt over his head, but he refused to show any weakness while he was around groups like these. Vagabond would never think in his right mind that he would become family with the likes of a gang, but fate had a weird path for him that was for sure. Of course, he wouldn't hesitate to punch someone in the face if they got on his nerves or to even threaten to slit their throat in their sleep. They had a weird way of showing that they cared about one another, but they would never let each other die if they could stop it. They would literally tear an entire city from the ground up to look for each other if one of them got captured, which had happened a couple of times. There were some people that tried desperately to get hold of Vagabond himself, having gotten captured only once in his life. He wasn't afraid of getting captured as the captures weren't really capable of getting much done before the crew ruined the little party that they tried to have. Vagabond was glad that the guy had managed to find some of his family, his vivid blue eyes looking toward the canine that was there.

He flicked one of his rounded ears, which always seemed to be in constant motion listening for anything coming toward him. Considering where he just came from there was a chance that he could have been followed without him realizing it. Asteri was the kid's name, and it was certainly a unique one. Probably in another language at least. The 6ft tall hellbeast gave a small nod of his head in greeting. "Hey, kid. Name's Vagabond." The Hellhound introduced himself to the canine. He wondered, was this other kid hungry too? He could easily make food out of thin air now and could provide some lunch if they were hungry. At the fox's question, if he was okay, Vagabond shifted his paws a little bit in the sand. "I'm fine." It was never good for any kid to see blood at such a young age. Well, he wouldn't want a human child to see the wounds that he had at least. Vagabond seemed to move a little bit away from the fox when he started to make his way over, but the other was lighter on the sand than he was and was able to move a lot quicker. The thought of someone touching him to help him out wasn't exactly preferred, and he would like to avoid it as much as possible. His chest stopped moving as he stopped breathing as the other mentioned herbs. The fuck did that mean? Vagabond didn't know any terminology in a world like this. "I don't know what you mean by that. Do you mean drugs?" There were several slang words that could be used to describe certain drugs. That was the last thing he needed right now as it would only hamper what he was doing.

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