"TALKING" || THOUGHTS || 'TELEPATHY'
With the two on an adventure(more like Rambeau), they had their sights set on a new environment to explore that wasn’t the depths of hell or the heights of heaven. As Elvis as his faithful watch dog from the heavens that needed to watch his every move, he was told to follow Rambeau’s every move. Even so, the demon thought he could handle himself. What was he going to do anyways? Beat his loved ones? Char their skin with cigarettes? Burn up his house and kill his wife, along with an eight year old son, again due to his rowdy and impulsive habits? No. That mistake was not going to be made again. He was more ambitious this time around after his time within Hell. This second chance at life would not be wasted serving Satan’s torturous motive, but instead preserving Hell’s justice for those who deserved it.
So, the two were off! Their choice was the Sanguine Ruins(once again, more like Rambeau). In truth, he only chose this place due to their fantastic warring policy and their selection of beautiful women for a genuine country man to indulge himself in. Despite that, they were going to have a fantastic time here. He could just tell.
Rambeau strolled on up to the border with his eyes narrowed and jaws clenched in contemplation. This seemed like the place. Looking over his shoulder in hopes that Elvis was catching up, he let out a loud snort. ‘Slow poke.’ With his partner somewhere else, he assumed he’d start the customs early just so they could get into this sand-ridden desert faster. “Howdy!” the deep southern accented voice boomed out into the territory. “The name’s Rambeau and I’m here to take up a stay within the Sanguine Ruins for ‘ol time’s sake.” A broad sneer spread across his muzzle as he continued on. “Also have a friend coming with me if that’s okay. He’s low maintenance.” His brow line rose and questioned their opinions on the subject. They were a package deal, after all.
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