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

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

Despite being in this world for as long as he had been, the hellhound still had a couple of things to learn. When he moved away from the groups that he used to hang around with, everything seemed to become somewhat normalized. However, near where the groups were everything seemed to become mutated and warped as strange creatures seemed to enjoy joining these groups for some reason. He was probably considered a hypocrite as he was one of the strange creatures that roamed over these lands. Probably not the strangest thing that existed, but still something a human would consider to almost be entirely impossible. The former mercenary didn't know what he would do if he saw his current form running at him in the city. He would probably try to kill it at first before running for the hills as he valued his life at least a little bit. The assassin was independent for the most part, meaning that he often didn't need other people for his own survival. He didn't care about other's help unless he had no other option. He remembered back in his crew where he had gotten severely hurt, and they were only allowed to help him once he passed out from blood loss. He was fairly certain that was the first time the original crew had even seen his face as he constantly hid it behind a mask. It seemed like the trend of him wearing a mask carried over when he arrived in this strange world. Not that he really minded, the face underneath his mask wasn't any better. Though in a world full of animals that could identify someone by scent it didn't really do much to hide his identity unless he covered his scent up. Which is something he figured out to do with his air elementals by having them surround himself so that he didn't give off any sort of scent.

Vagabond had resided in the Pitt for a very short time. He didn't participate in any events. He had only heard that he was planned to be exiled by a white lion because he killed someone from an allied group. Vagabond didn't care because he was given payment to do such a task. As long as he got paid in what he considered to be valuable in this world he didn't care who he had to kill. It was nothing personal after all. Besides, doing this was the only semblance of sanity that he had in this strange world. Without it he wouldn't know where to turn or even do with his life. Thinking about it made it sound like he was incredibly pitiful. The hellhound didn't have time to dwell on himself too much as he heard something above him in the trees. The large beast knew that he was in an unknown area, meaning that there was a chance for threats. His hearing was heightened to be able to compensate for his lack of smell that would direct him to other living individuals. Vagabond had stopped and started to look up at whatever was in the trees, whether it was sentient or not before he noticed a... yellow blur drop down in front of him. He had gotten used to certain types of creatures in this world. Hell, he had once been attacked by a dinosaur when he lived with a group called the Rosebloods. At least he thought it was a dinosaur. Seeing something that was yellow though was certainly odd, especially for a cat. Again, he was being hypocritical as he looked like a mixture between a kitsune, wolf, and a snake.

His piercing blue eyes looked at the strange cat, and he knew now the rumors had been true. Unless this one cat was in charge of the entire territory. Which with how these things worked was highly unlikely. It was extremely difficult to read the expression of the hellhound from behind the mask, but simply by looking at his eyes, he didn't seem to be all that impressed. When the creature had dropped down, the throwing knives that were on his sash seemed to vibrate but didn't unsheathe themselves as he realized that he wasn't being attacked. Coalition of the Condemned. A mouthful if he had ever thought of one. He had to admit that it did sound edgy if that's what the group was going for. Vagabond seemed to tilt his head slightly toward Caesar as he talked, his twin tails moving independently behind him. "Interesting name. So the rumors were true." Vagabond said in a gravelly voice, one that obviously hadn't been used in a while. As he said this, the hellhound began looking around at the destroyed remnants of the forest. The Coalition of the Condemned picked an awful place to set up shop. Though, it was still better than the desert. His attention was drawn back to the small cat before him. "Vagabond. Was looking for a place to take up residence." Curt and straight to the point as he didn't sugar coat anything that he said. The large beast wasn't intimidated by the cat that unsheathed his claws at him. As long as Caesar could hold his tongue in terms of remarks against him, Vagabond would have no reason to attack. Far as he knew, his name shouldn't carry any weight for anyone. Sure, his calling card would probably be remembered with how he killed his victims, but it had never really been traced back to him.

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