Ha. Perhaps the rumours were true. He was never one to believe in silly superstition, and yet there seemed to be something behind it this time. Here he was looking for his rival and he had ended up in a mess of ruins. They said evil beings were drawn here.
Not that he considered himself evil of course. But he had certainly been called it several times in the past. Far too many times for his liking. No creature, whether it had fur, feathers or plain old skin seemed to agree with him. Why couldn't anyone see it his way for once?
Idly strolling down the abandoned wreck, his paws padded out an echoing sound. It was comforting in a way-Ripper preferred to be on his own, unlike the rest of his snivelling race. Other creatures either asked questions or argued with you. Given his opinion, it might have seemed odd to hear he was actively seeking someone. But that was a special case
{Rip: 1/5, L1
Euphoria: 0/5, L1}
