Right, so...

[VEGAS]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Vegas/vegbg.jpg] 'What was I supposed to be doing here?', the Basengi Mutt thought to himself as he recalled the previous days interactions with a cocked head faced towards the ashened sky. Nothing. He was here for no reason other than his own instincts. This conclusion depressed him and filled him with joy at the same time. On one paw, he was grateful not to be risking his life for some meager bet or to prove to everyone around him that he wasn't as scared shitless as he really was. On the other paw, someone could be following him. This thought terrified the young brindle mutt for a split second before all of it was forced deep within his stomach. Vegas always felt the need to prove himself, to act like he was something he clearly wasn't to them. The ones that snuck around every corner and watched him through the darkness, waiting for him to make a mistake. Waiting for him to reveal his true nature. And you better believe Vegas knew they were there. Ignoring them, though, was always the best option. Best to not let them know you know that they're on to you! The brindle Tartarus hunter had no reason for these paranoid thoughts. He had done nothing in his previous life before the labs or even during the labs that would make any canine think for a moment they were being hunted down by some unknown entity. Vegas himself wasn't even completely sure what was watching him. He knew they were there, but he has never seen them, or at least never recognized them as the ones that stalk his every movement. This was the reason he decided that it was best to treat everyone like they were out to get him. He couldn't allow the creatures to have a sliver of his true self. So he lied...constantly. Sometimes it was hard to keep up with all the lies, he guessed. At other times, they proved to be quite useful. He rarely came to Henka territories, but there were a few select members of that pack who thought that he belonged with them instead of his true Tartarus pack. With his nose to the ground and his eyes peeled on the horizon, his auds swivvled about like mad, trying to pick up the tale tale sounds of the stalkers that followed his every move. He was alone now. Now would be the perfect time for them to show themselves and try to drag his true form out of the medium sized frame and devour him whole. *churp* That sound.. they're talking to eachother. As quickly as the crickets creepy sound pierced his auds, Vegas stopped all movements. The pitter patter of his heart could be heard from miles around, or so he thought. A whisper escaped his lungs although the word itself was barely audible. It sounded more like a sigh than an actual exclamation. "Shit..."

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