Simple lies, strange eyes [Sinner, Any]

[Sinner]

go to hell for heaven's sake

Pangea—beautiful and broken in its very own way to all. For him, this place was simply a place to harbor his needs. It was a home, as his parents had called it, and somewhere he was meant to stay. Yet, he simply never stayed put for long. The world outside of this wasteland called to him, and so did the call of the night and hunger that sat in the pit of his belly.

Sinner wonders for no reason, simply bored and finding anything to do. The border is specifically where he is at, and even the scent of others draws his attention. It is a mix of new and familiarity. Sinner is curious, naturally, but truthfully he likes to make sure he is aware of everything and anything. He doesn’t like to be left out one bit—an opportunity is what he is always looking for.

He approaches the small group. A mare, stallion, and a foal. They could easily appear to be family, but the scent of the mare (someone who he has never met) tells him that she’s from this place. And then there is the foal, Longclaw, whom he knows not by name but from the Playground.

“I know you,” he says to the foal first and simply doesn’t care for introductions. Sinner is naturally rude and has no manners to others. He follows his own rules and moral code that likely is constantly changing as he pleases.

And then he turns to the other two. “Who are you?” He asks without the intent so far to introduce himself. Sinner is simply himself, outwardly blunt and straight to the point.

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@[Wyrm] @[Despayr]