WE WEAR RED SO THEY DON'T SEE US BLEED | RETURN?

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

Home? This wasn't his home. This was far from his damn home. He would never consider this place home as long as he lived. Had they realized what the crew had been up to? He wasn't quite sure, and honestly didn't really care either. What did he have to lose? His life? He had lost that once, and after spending several months in this world he doubted that he was here exactly for redemption after being killed while he was a human. Vagabond didn't care about anyone that was in this group and would quickly kill them if he had the chance. Could they stand a chance against him? He wasn't sure, but again, he didn't really care. The massive beast probably would have said something snarky toward the dragon, who he had recognized as Bai Shi since the raid that they had dealt with a couple months back. Who was it again? He didn't remember, as that was far too long ago and he had other pressing matters to deal with. Would Rimmy and Goldenboy still be here? That was honestly doubtful. He wished that they were because it would make his life easier, but he wasn't really concerned about their well being either. The thought of the world that he was still in was certain jarring and some aspects of this world he didn't really get over very quickly. His metal masked face turned to look up at the massive dragon that was in front of him. The creature probably could have killed him with one movement of its legs to stomp him into the ground. Yet it didn't. Vagabond's stark blue eyes were cold, but the coldness wasn't directed toward Bai Shi, but instead, it was just a general feeling.

He flicked his ears at the welcome back, which he was surprised slightly by. His head looked around at the buildings that were around him, obviously having noticed the change in scenery. The last thing he remembered with this group was the entire place being on fire. Vagabond's twin tails seemed to fidget behind him as they moved over one another and he shifted his weight, the muscles around his shoulder shuddering at the movement. "Thanks" Vagabond said in what sounded like a deeper voice than what it had been the last time the two fo they had spoken. Of course, he wasn't thankful for the welcome, but standing in silence probably wouldn't really help his case. His darkened eyes turned to look at a figure that ran toward them. His head looking downward at the creature and noticed that it was a youngster. At least he thought it was. While he was a human, he knew about lions on the simple factor that most gangs used them as their symbol to make it seem like they were brave and strong. So much that did when they were squealing under his knife as soon as he started. The kid was certainly respectful, addressing by saying 'Mr.'.

The twin tails behind him stilled slightly, and the canine didn't say anything for a couple of moments. He hadn't really had any conversations with anyone unless he was torturing someone for information. The Hellhound knew that he had a name for himself in these places, or at least, they knew of his presence as no one had figured out what he had done with all the killings. Luckily for Kimu, Vagabond had a soft spot for children. He wasn't completely insane to at least know that much. "Taking in the scenery. The last place was a bore." Whether or not he was talking about the last place that the Rosebloods lived, or the last place he had taken shelter, was up to the everyone interpretation. He hated the desert. There was still sand here, but at least he avoids some of it by going through certain areas. The killer would tilt his head slightly as he looked at the cub, and there was a pause before he spoke again. "Name?" Vagabond questioned the child, his voice keeping to a low and dangerous tone with every word that left his mouth.

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