[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]If there was anything Red could empathize with, it was that strange connection with humans that he shared with only a select few. He wasn't even sure if the creatures here were aware of human society, aside from the aging remnants left behind in town; he didn't enjoy talking about it that much, anyhow.
Approximately twenty years ago he was born unto the Earth a child - though he had dwelt in the depths of Hell (Pandemonium, Hell, to be exact, a few paces to the left of Sisyphus' hill) for centuries longer. Upon arrival into the mortal world, he was raised like his human counterparts, though their differing species led to a barrier that set them apart. The only thing that kept him from being treated like a family pet was the good grace of his adoptive father. Thus, when he passed on, Red saw no other option but to escape and forge his own path. He landed here, far from the reaches of his former home, and it would take a miracle (or a microchip) to track him this far into the Beyond. Like Machiavelli, he was free. The cost remained unknown.
While Red usually doesn't trek out this far, their recent troubles have led him to be more wary of strangers and to check their borders often. It's a chance to be alone, an opportunity he's thankful for when the small town becomes too crowded to bear. The silverback frowns a little and pauses in his tracks when he catches an unfamiliar face on the border. It doesn't help the canine's case when there's warm blood coating his face and a rabbit clamped in his jaws.
"Woah there, hey. I don't really care if you just wanted something to eat, but we've been having problems lately, so -" he settles a hand on his hip, touching the hilt of his knife, "- If this is some kind of intimidation tactic, I'm not buying it." He doesn't want a fight - he really doesn't. But with the Pitt so active and so many of Tangle's members lost, he isn't going to risk it when the dog's offering could just as easily be a threat.
ooc. ninja'd :pensive:
Approximately twenty years ago he was born unto the Earth a child - though he had dwelt in the depths of Hell (Pandemonium, Hell, to be exact, a few paces to the left of Sisyphus' hill) for centuries longer. Upon arrival into the mortal world, he was raised like his human counterparts, though their differing species led to a barrier that set them apart. The only thing that kept him from being treated like a family pet was the good grace of his adoptive father. Thus, when he passed on, Red saw no other option but to escape and forge his own path. He landed here, far from the reaches of his former home, and it would take a miracle (or a microchip) to track him this far into the Beyond. Like Machiavelli, he was free. The cost remained unknown.
While Red usually doesn't trek out this far, their recent troubles have led him to be more wary of strangers and to check their borders often. It's a chance to be alone, an opportunity he's thankful for when the small town becomes too crowded to bear. The silverback frowns a little and pauses in his tracks when he catches an unfamiliar face on the border. It doesn't help the canine's case when there's warm blood coating his face and a rabbit clamped in his jaws.
"Woah there, hey. I don't really care if you just wanted something to eat, but we've been having problems lately, so -" he settles a hand on his hip, touching the hilt of his knife, "- If this is some kind of intimidation tactic, I'm not buying it." He doesn't want a fight - he really doesn't. But with the Pitt so active and so many of Tangle's members lost, he isn't going to risk it when the dog's offering could just as easily be a threat.
ooc. ninja'd :pensive:
[div style="text-align:center;font-size:10pt;line-height:9pt;color:black;font-weight:bold;font-family:verdana;"]IF YOUR FORTRESS IS UNDER SIEGE,
YOU CAN ALWAYS RUN TO ME
YOU CAN ALWAYS RUN TO ME