DRESSED UP FOR A HIT AND RUN | Joining (?)

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

He had hated the desert. He was tired of almost constantly dying of heatstroke as soon as he had stepped out into the sun. It didn't necessarily matter where he went in order to do his business, so staying in the Pitt wasn't something that was necessary. Since the group didn't know how dangerous he was, it meant that he could always return as long as he didn't end up keeping group scents on him. He was a wanderer. He did really whatever he wanted. The thought almost made him chuckle considering that was literally what his name meant. Of course, the name that he goes by now isn't his true name, not even close. But that was the name that everyone knew him in any way. Causing trouble was what he did best, and killing was his calling card for the most part. When he was exploring an island that he had once visited before, he had noticed something that was off in the distance. It was a place that he had never seen before. The creature didn't know what the place was, but from the rumors that he had after monitoring the island, there were some whispers of a group that lived there. Despite his age, Vagabond was curious about what it could possibly be. The creature didn't really have anything better to do at the moment as he was working on finding a place to set up his headquarters to start his business over again. He had to resort back to what he was before he had joined the crew that he had been with before. He had worked alone originally, so it wasn't that much of a stark change. The feeling of loneliness had gone numb a long time ago as he got used to this new world. His appearance had yet to really change all things considered.

The massive hellhound had used his powers to keep his body slightly floating above the water. The temperature in the surrounding area was already a plus compared to the desert where he had spent most of his time. He would still end up avoiding the beaches as much as possible as he hated sinking in the sand with his large body mass. The black beast lowered himself to the ground of the beach, looking at the island he had landed on. It was certainly interesting. Trees were knocked over in multiple places, and debris lay everywhere. Was it true that creatures actually lived here or was it was just something the creature said to spare his life? The Vagabond didn't really think about it at the moment and continued walking deeper into the tropical forest. His ears were perked forward, and his large body wasn't hard to see among the trees as long as they were sparse. The hellhound stood around 6' tall and had a sash that was across his chest and back that harbored throwing knives. The most noticeable feature was the black metal mask that he wore on his face. The shape of the mask wasn't based on any animal, and instead, it was the elongated shape of a human skull. Something that he had worn in his past life. His twin tails swayed in the air, almost into what could be considered a dominant position. The mask made it basically impossible for him to use his sense of smell, so he had to rely on sight and hearing to be able to look for any signs of life. Another strange feature of the hybrid was the scales that ran down from the back of his neck to where his tails attached to his hips. The scales were thick and acted like armor to protect his vulnerable spine. The hellhounds vivid blue eyes were a stark contrast to the rest of the colors of his body. The former mercenary kept his ears on a swivel to listen for anything that could be a threat if there was a group that was living here. If there wasn't, it didn't really matter, as he would find somewhere else to go and try to set up camp.

[sub][W]isker[/sub]