a new threat in town [ open evil ]

[Sinner]

there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted

There is something different about her, he notices. Something about the way she looks at him with those eyes. Eyes that had once held a great sadness, a grief that could last a lifetime. But there no longer is grief within those eyes. She greets him with a smile. A smile that could surely be mistaken for friendliness, but the curve of her lips giving something more. There is something new there—a new beginning. A darkness he did not fathom ever being there. He is a creature of darkness too. Just as she has always been one within. There was no denying the darkness inside, even at birth the darkness is born in you. It only needs a push. A gentle nourishment in order to fully blossom into something more. Something dark, but entirely beautiful. The hellhound peers at her curiously. He does not keep a stoic expression like always, but allows his curiosity to be freely shown. Sinner felt no threat towards the black mare; however, some would say he should. She destroys without little effort—a master of her skill. A destroyer, many would call her. But she is a giver of life, to him. His dark, hollowed gaze follows the flowers that fall at her hooves. Watching as each flower withers and dies slowly. She then pulls the disease out of the flowers, bringing life back into them. He bites his lip in awe, but he does not conceal his amusement from her. The black mare then stomps on the flowers, and he returns his gaze back to her as well. A mischief expression fills his eyes as his lips curl into a large, wide wolfish smile. “My, my,” he says, still clearly amused by the display of her power and skill, “Looks are truly deceiving indeed. I would never have thought of you capable of such a thing.” He had underestimated the power of a crying girl struck with grief that day he met at the river. She was capable of more, more than he could hardly anticipate. “You have nothing to fear from the plague, of course. The question is: What are you going to do while the plague bleeds the rest of Beqanna dry?” The hound does not miss a beat. He will be quick to slice to the questions. Time was short, and while the rest of the kingdoms and population scrambled together he planned to build up.

Sinner

the king of sylva

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@[Ajatar]