01-13-2019, 10:39 AM
there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted
hunt or be hunted
There was something that caught the eye of the beast the day the white stallion came to Sylva. He does not always care for others. The hellhound will not be a friend to give advice or have a shoulder to cry on. A friend is entirely different to him. It is more a tool, a game piece to be used how he wants and when he wants. He looks for the strengths and weakness of each of these pieces, accessing their worth. Some have proven to be what he thought they were, and eventually some would not. Ruinam – their newest addition might just be another one part of his growing game pieces. Sinner has yet to decide, but he does not have truly anything to worry about. The lands are in a lull still, coming together to build their communities and draw their lines of new territory claimed. He has given the title of king to Wolfbane without a fight. Eventually, perhaps in time he would claim it for himself. But he cannot do it alone. And he has yet to decide if truly that is the way he wishes to go. War was never peaceful. There was bloodshed and death. But he marveled at the idea of it all. The environment that war created, the taste of chaos and destruction on his lips. It was beautiful to him. The hellhound weaves through the winter forest of Sylva. He remains in his hellhound form today. A comfort he prefers well over the form of a horse, but he has learned strangers become frighten of such dark things. And they should. Sylva once was full of fairytale creatures that would make you run for the hills. It would never change. The hound has no worries today. Ruinam had made his choice to live among those monsters. His eyes search carefully among the trees and boulders. The scent of the white stallion is fresh. Sinner is close to the source of his target today. He never cares to get to know the residents of Sylva, but perhaps it was time he built something more than being a face that leaders the never-changing autumn forest. Ruinam would become the first one today. Eventually, his red-yellow glowing eyes catch the figure of the white stallion. The hellhound prowls forward comfortably and casually within his domain. He does not give one thought to scaring the white stallion. “Good afternoon, Ruinam,” his dark voice expels through his canine teeth. Sinner wears a mischief grin, just realizing Ruinam might show a little fright from his form. “I hope you have found Sylva to your liking so far,” he adds before becoming silent and settling in front of Ruinam. |
Sinner
the king of sylva
@[Ruinam]
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Most likely always in his hellhound form