Halym

The Real Jesse James

Killer Vagabond stalked in, his crown a little bit lower then his shoulders. His optics held a cold hard glare at everything around him, he didnt care for anyone around here. A small rabbit lept out of the bushes, pouncing on it, he held it down with his paws then ripped its head off with his fangs, throwing the head into the marsh. A small smirk came to his maw was he watched it sink, things were better dead.

His past wasnt important, but for thoes who would like to know of the violent things he has commited, here it is. Growling up, he was beaten as a pup by a drunk human who had also killed his mother and father. When he was at the age of two, he had crept into his masters bedroom and killed him and his wife, and their 2 hildren, redndering him a wanted killer. After he had escaped from the police and dog hunters, he had lived in a shed till he was 4. Everyday he would go out and kill livestock from the farm, Eventually killing all the animals and leaving the owners bankrupt and hungry. For the next year of his life he followed a native tribe, eating their left overs, but once winter set in, they had little left overs, leaving him hungrey, he began killing again, first the man and their pets then the women and little children. Finally he had made his way here, to this Valley.
This Marsh would be a perfect home for him, it was dark and dangerous just like him.

Dismal

Dismal
Drowning you in blood...

The large black bear was wandering around the marshes, being new to the Valley. His keen nose picked up a scent and it was obvious the wolf was close because of how strong it was. Dismal was downwind of Halym, so he couldn't smell him as he came up. Changing his course, the huge black spot on the terrain walked faster, not at all tiring or slowing. Finally he found the wolf, and he stopped, keeping his body completely still as to not attract any unwanted attention for now... But trouble and danger was what Dismal loved the most, no matter what form it came in. Grunting heavily, he started forward at a strong 'run' his thick black pelt bouncing as he went. Then he stopped a ways away from Halym and sent out a regular roar to him, letting his presence be known.
"Who are you?" he called out, nose quivering wildly, taking in the new scent. He need not fear a wolf; they were much smaller than him anyway.

Halym

Vegabond was caught slightly off gaurd when the roar came from behind him. Some wolvens would keep their audits pinned against their low hanging head, but no not him. He stood with his head held high, he wasnt afraid to die, his audits straight up, and his whip hung losely as if this was an everyday thing. "I'm Halym..Who're you?" He asked in a mono-tone voice, not really careing who the bear was.

Dismal

Dismal
Drowning you in blood...

Dismal looked at the wolf, now sitting back on his sleek and powerful haunches. He listened to the words said, and then he quickly replied.
"I am Dismal." was all he said. He really could care less about who this animal was, and right now names meant absolutely nothing to the black bear. He watched the wolf, intensity showing in his big eyes.

Halym

Optics looked at the bear one last time, then moved as his stilts moved his chasey away from the bear. He sniffed at the ground, looking for something else to kill, he was bored of this talk, he wasnt big on talking with anyone. Short simple words always did the job, there was no need to continue a conversation with anyone really.