11-23-2018, 02:54 AM
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Questions no one can answer -
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He had seen a couple of strange things here and there since he had arrived in this world. One of them being himself as he just knew that he was sort of big dog that was around in the world. Vagabond was technically a Hellhound, but he would neither believe or understand someone when they would try to explain him as being as such. It was understandable as there was no such thing as Hellhounds when he was a human. Although, it wouldn't surprise him if there was a gang with the name Hellhounds because it would certainly make for a good name. It was another boring night for the sleep-deprived male as he made his way back toward Roseblood territory. Vagabond had no connection when it came to this place, and the only people he cared about were the crew that was struggling to survive in this area. The massive beast flicked one of his ears as he neared the edge of the canyon, but he wasn't going toward the entrance of the canyon and was moving toward one of the ridges of the canyon instead. It was in the middle of the night, and he found it more productive for him to go out and do something instead of remaining in his cave and waiting for something to happen.
It was while he was walking across the desert that Vagabond heard something massive moving above him. At first, without looking up, he thought it was some sort of plane and tried to ignore it. It was only when the thing got within his eyesight that it realized it wasn't a plane. Vagabond raised his head and looked at a winged creature in the sky. Wait a minute. Vagabond immediately stopped in his tracks as he looked at the beast, only to see it start breathing fire in the distance. That had to be some Game of Thrones shit if he had ever seen that before. There was no way that was real in any means of the word. The Hellhound began to trot a little bit faster as he wanted to look at the damage of the place. There was no way a dragon was real, and no one would be able to tell him either. He blinked his vivid blue eyes as he stopped at the edge of the canyon and noticed a good amount of trees on fire. Well, that kind of sucked. Vagabond was becoming more and more confused on figuring out what was real and what was fake in this life. Right now dealing with hallucinations, he didn't believe that the fire was real and instead remained standing at the edge of the canyon, no reaction on his masked face.
[sub][W]isker[/sub]He had seen a couple of strange things here and there since he had arrived in this world. One of them being himself as he just knew that he was sort of big dog that was around in the world. Vagabond was technically a Hellhound, but he would neither believe or understand someone when they would try to explain him as being as such. It was understandable as there was no such thing as Hellhounds when he was a human. Although, it wouldn't surprise him if there was a gang with the name Hellhounds because it would certainly make for a good name. It was another boring night for the sleep-deprived male as he made his way back toward Roseblood territory. Vagabond had no connection when it came to this place, and the only people he cared about were the crew that was struggling to survive in this area. The massive beast flicked one of his ears as he neared the edge of the canyon, but he wasn't going toward the entrance of the canyon and was moving toward one of the ridges of the canyon instead. It was in the middle of the night, and he found it more productive for him to go out and do something instead of remaining in his cave and waiting for something to happen.
It was while he was walking across the desert that Vagabond heard something massive moving above him. At first, without looking up, he thought it was some sort of plane and tried to ignore it. It was only when the thing got within his eyesight that it realized it wasn't a plane. Vagabond raised his head and looked at a winged creature in the sky. Wait a minute. Vagabond immediately stopped in his tracks as he looked at the beast, only to see it start breathing fire in the distance. That had to be some Game of Thrones shit if he had ever seen that before. There was no way that was real in any means of the word. The Hellhound began to trot a little bit faster as he wanted to look at the damage of the place. There was no way a dragon was real, and no one would be able to tell him either. He blinked his vivid blue eyes as he stopped at the edge of the canyon and noticed a good amount of trees on fire. Well, that kind of sucked. Vagabond was becoming more and more confused on figuring out what was real and what was fake in this life. Right now dealing with hallucinations, he didn't believe that the fire was real and instead remained standing at the edge of the canyon, no reaction on his masked face.
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[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]