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  -- The sight of a child was first to greet him when others approached. He knew nothing about those who lived here, but judging by the three bodies that had arrived, he could tell that there was certainly a group here. They all were young. His eyes narrowed the slightest. He was old - children were not his forte. He'd never had his own, and he doubted such a thing would ever befall a villain such as he. He'd looked after enough youths over the years to know a good amount of things about them. Half the words they said held truth, and the other half they said were false. It was easy to look up to someone, but it was hard to truly look up to them and compare yourself to them. That was why he took a while at the question the first youth asked him.

Will you train me? His eyes narrowed at the question, looking down at the child as he allowed his mind to wander. When had he last been asked something like that? His eyes shifted as soon as Drayden approached, taking in the snow leopard before moving to the strange feline that followed after him. They were all children compared to him. Where were the adults? Who was protecting their borders? He couldn't help those dumbfounded thoughts. An enemy could sneak in at any point of time. An irritated expression would claim his face for a moment, memories of his own followers flashing by him. "Passing through the area. I might be staying nearby for a while." his voice was as rough and as worn as he.

The voice itself was ragged, as if he'd been yelling for most of his life but it carried the same aura as his body. It was fitting for him to own this voice, it had accompanied him through many, many years and many losses. His eyes were on Drayden as he had been the first to tell him where this place was. Flicking his tail as he looked at The Survivor, cold red eyes sliding over the creature to return to Goldenpaw. His gaze was even harder as it rested on the tom, "Do you mean it." he wanted to make sure that the child knew what he was implying. He wanted to be trained by a potential threat to his family. "If you mean it, come search me out.", the kid had guts, he'd give him that. "Rely on yourself to find me, I won't be that easy to find.", the kid had to know what he was getting himself into. He wasn't an easy mentor. Fixing his gaze on the three of them once more, he gave a low growling laugh as he finally gave them his name, "Vaughn Lennox Lachlan. Call me The Mad Dog." his eyes sparkled with tired humor. He would protect the borders of this place so children and whoever else lived here didn't have to worry about a creeping enemy.

SHOW ME YOUR BEAUTIFUL ANGER
-- speaks in #03254C -- the mad dog