The silence is disturbed as his dogs alert him to something. The obsidian bastard lifts his head, crimson gaze narrowing as he looks toward the direction they had come from. Nostrils flared as he drank in the scent of another, the stench permeating the stagnant air of the Mines. The smell was vaguely familiar, but fuck if he knew who it was. There was the stink of an unfamiliar pack on him, causing his gaze to narrow as his mohawk bristled. "Who the fuck is that?!" He called out as he made his way closer. He never truly cared to remember those who weren't significant to him. And as the purple pelted brute came into view under the moonlight, there was little to no recognition in the obsidian males eyes. "I've already claimed this place for the night, fuck face. So fuck off back to whatever pack you belong to!" He growled. He wasn't really in the mood for sharing, nor did he feel like he should give this place up to some stranger, either.
"Speech"
Diablo has three Doberman companions named Roscoe, DeSoto, & Cujo. Assume they are with him at all times unless otherwise mentioned!
Diablo is a rated M character! He is unpredictable and may become violent with or without cause. Consider this your warning!
