go to hell for heaven's sake; any

[Modicum Mortem]

He stumbles across the black fur of the hound just as it breathes its last works (come out...). Eyebrows raise, and ebony hair stands on the ends of his neck. He is not afraid, more surprised than anything. What was this thing? Was it a shifter, or simply a lone predator camped out in his woods?

"...Wherever you are," He responds to it, nostrils flaring. He stays a few feet back, ice eyes glancing over to yet another - but familiar this time - figure standing among the trees. He glances between the two, allowing a devilish grin to tug at the corners of his dark lips. The creatures that are summoned by the forces here are nothing short of amazing.

He stands, awaiting a response, eyes falling back and forth between the two constantly. He wonders what would come of this interaction...  

Modicum Mortem

@[Sinner] @[Nexu]