| There is a shift in the winds, the force he runs against. He can smell the change of scent. It is unfamiliar and almost unwelcoming. The hound follows the scent, pursuing the unfamiliarity of it. It reeks the air he inhales, filling his nostrils and giving him life as it fills his lungs too. There is something dark and infiltrating about the scent. With every movement, his paws hit the earthen forest floor with precision. His hungry eyes scour the forest with every turn he takes around, twisting through the forest trees. The hunger within feels him, calling him to move faster. It is within the distance, eventually, that he sees her. Her bay figure stands out like a light within the dark, calling him forward. He slows down, already feeling her amber gaze onto his own. The hellhound matches her own gaze, red-yellow glowing eyes never looking away. She marvels at him, like he is some sort of prize possession. Sinner does not come to a stop, instead he circles around her. Allowing himself to study the bay mare. The hunger screams out in the hollow void within him. Her scent fills him even more now—stronger than ever. Saliva fills his mouth, dripping from the corners of his lips. The fine featured mare grins at him, exposing her own set of canines. At last the bay mare speaks, and he comes to a standstill, directly facing her and never letting his gaze move away from her own. “Sinner,” he answers without question. “And what might you be?” |
@[Kaurma]
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Most likely always in his hellhound form